She Used to Be My Sister
She walks with slow unsure steps, afraid.
She walks with slow unsure steps, afraid
Of what lays down, for her mind is way faster
Maybe today, maybe tomorrow or the day after
Things won't have to be the same no more
It's an inward prayer, it's a cry for intervention.
If she was any capable, she'd have done something
To be out of misery, to be out of this world
If she had anyone, just but one, one soul to talk to
And to listen to her, if only she had a family
Like other daughters had, probably she'll find hope.
So past the pastry shop, to the bin in haste
Swept off bits of cookies, today seems vague
But the little she has, it's enough then that she has not
She gestures and walks towards the pedestrian lane
Face down, she's nibbling a dry piece of cake.
Further down the street, sirens, and confusion
Three masked men rush out of the bank, with black bags
Holding smiling rifles, brandishing at all
One police is behind her, trying to get a clear target
She notices not, she has a lot heavier on her mind.
Young lady, move away fast and get lost
Before she looks back, a shot is fired
Down she falls, the confusion grows more
She didn't die hungry, she just died alone
She used to be my sister, and we all denied her love.
®Rahul Justin
the Lost Prince 🚶🏾😔👑
©Tales of the Lost
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Rahul Justin
Lost Prince
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Happily sad
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