Poem -

why me part 2...

why not

The world we be living in,
Makes me sad for mine and everyones offspring,
Feel bad for my Bredrin.
So I’m sitting here asking myself....

Why me?
Why not he or she,
Evident paedophiles,
living all around the world and me?
Why can’t they be the ones that suffer,
get cancer and left dying,
instead of all the good ones,
that it seems to be...
murderers and rapists,
compared to me?
Even incarcerated,
that’s what I would call a luxury.
The things they’ve done,
yet get to live and their lives carry on!
Is it strange for me to think that the world is so twisted and wrong?

I’m sad and mad,
For each and every good person Ill among us,
When it should be the bad,
Why are we the ones that have to fight to be strong?
And in the drs we trust,
Struggle In life when you’ve never touched,
hurt or killed not one person or anyone!
Why can’t they be the ones having constant scans,
illnesses and things like cancer,
Wanting us gone?
Why cant they be the ones in pain and constant suffering?
Why?
Constant chemo or live saving drugs,
So why does this kind of life,
Not Happen to those thugs?
Even the ones pushing things like crack or heroin,
Worst still like the crystal meth sort of drugs?
Making addicts of people and not caring,
so why not even those arseholes of mugs?
Why is it me with death inflammation,
I'm not going anywhere,
That is my own confirmation. 
How do I sit there though,
Sharing and giving my 3 little boys,
Death information??
The 3 bundles of joy,
That even infertile,
Are my own creation.
They’re like me though,
Take it all in,
Then forgotten and away they go.
Waving and blowing kisses on the uphill school road....
I’m not stupid though,
I know the bad thoughts that they have on their already fragile minds,
‘whens dad gonna go?’
Waking in the night thinking and worrying,
‘is our dad gonna wake in the morn tomorrow?’.
I’ve had them ask me,
So have them Talking to councillors,
So trust me I know!
It’s constantly on my brain and it saddens my mind,
Knowing I can’t give them the answers that they seek to find!
So why me,
Why has fate got me on this health path,
Where I’d rather not have my kids,
With my health,
able to see?
For my future who knows,
What will be will be!
Just as long as my kids are looked after forever,
eternally!
So one last time,
Why me?
Why not he or she,
Evident paedophiles living all around the world and me?
Why can’t they be the ones that suffer,
get cancer and dying,
instead of all the good ones that it seems to be...
murderers and rapists,
compared to me?
Even that’s what I would call a luxury.
The things they’ve done,
yet get to live and their lives carry on!
Is it strange for me to think that the world is so twisted and wrong?
For my kids and I,
I will always live on,
Drawing from their strength,
And Keeping me strong!
making me proud and give me the courage with a looming leg amputation.
I have a feeling that's the next,
of my bodies operation...

I'm sorry as I’ve got to stop there,
As tears are forming,
over the loved ones for whom I care,
Like a tidal surge,
With not even a warning....
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