Blood
by Shadi Hamid

The blood

It drips
Slowly
Making a sound
when it drops to the floor

Why did they kill him before his time ?
I see his blood-soaked clothes
and his face is the shape of a crescent

I still see the brightness in his eyes
still shining for his family to see
and it breaks their heart

He had so much hope 
inside of him
but he was robbed of it

He was robbed of his dreams
and there was no one there to stop it

No one will remember him
except for a few
He will become another statistic
Lost in a book that no one reads
Lost in a study that no one sees

But it will not stop with him
He is not the only victim 
Of a disease that never ends

The blood
It drips 
Slowly

© 2003 Shadi Hamid