When I found you lying in a pool of blood
I finally knew that tomorrow does not exist.
All the dreams we shared
Goals we made for ourselves
The plans we made for our future
Shattered like a piece of broken glasses
On the floor
It didn’t make any difference to the shooter
That he is ending one’s future
Life
Dreams
He is only concerned about the Purse and the smartphone that he snatched
What about the pain of the victim’s loved one
Was it worth it
A life for a purse and smartphone
What has our world turned to
The endless pain and suffering
The killing, abuse, rape
Is it worth it?
They say tomorrow is not guaranteed,
Does tomorrow exist after all this?