Lost

let the good people to be strong

                                                  Lost so many people I call friends

                                                  Some became haters just like you

                                                  Each of them stole something spiritually

                                                 

                                                  Brothers turn enemy and friends turn killers

                                                  Even if they look so gentle in light

                                                  At night they are more evil than the devil

                                                  What a world filled with wickedness

                                                  a place that was painted with white

                                                  But now covered with reddish stains of blood

                                                  

                                                  

Author's Note

This is just true, lost love in the world

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

New world. People are using phones and little real conversation.
"What a world filled with wickedness
a place that was painted with white
But now covered with reddish stains of blood"
I did like the above lines. We need to slow-down and communicate my friend. Thank you for sharing your amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Crosby Idasa]

Thank you for your review, they give more zeal

[Coyote Poetry]

I am glad and you are welcome Crosby.