Why, Mr. Breivik,
Why, oh, why,
Why did all of those,
Children have to die?
I know that you hate us,
Us immigrant scum.
Despise and berate us,
Since we continue to try,
To threaten your culture,
And your way of life.
We’re vultures and also,
Blood-sucking parasites.
I’m not Norwegian,
So therefore I’m scum,
Who must live in a filthy
Disgusting old slum.
I get it. It’s cool.
Go right on believing,
We’re sucking you dry,
If it makes you feel good,
And your hate justified.
It’s okay to hate us.
Not against any rules,
But, why, Mr. Breivik,
Why so needlessly cruel?
They were children,
Who only just,
Started high school.
So, why, Mr. Breivik,
Why, oh, why?
Why did all of those,
Children have to die?
beautiful thoughts, well conveyed, enjoyed your new blog template.
Invite you to join poetry potluck week 45 today,
Any poems related to nature and life are welcome!
Cheers.
Bless you.
Xoxox
hope to see you share, you write masterfully.
Poignant, haunting, lovely verse. Blessings.
P.s. Minor nit. Typo on line 20 “If if…”.
*blushes*
Thanks for pointing that out!