by Samantha Jayne Palmer

For Rhianna, who died so young

Life seemed so fine,
Life seemed so great.
Then it turned so sad,
Evil, that is fate.

I was finally happy,
But now I'm so sad.
Why did you do this?
Was it me that made you mad?

Don't you see?
Don't you care?
Those who cry
Because you don't hear.

Don't you hear their pain?
Don't you hear their sorrow?
As you take them away,
No care for us.

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