<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544495" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Alive And Killing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I once knew this boy<br>Who was in his teens, <br>A dog tag around his neck<br>A pair of low waist jeans</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A ragged shirt, streaked hair<br>Branded shoes, the thuggish stare<br>It all fitted him very well<br>Yet his darkest secret he would never tell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was one little piece<br>The jigsaw was missing<br>That one thing that seemed out of place<br>That one thing that didn't fit in.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had everything, <br>Yet he seemed depressed<br>'Is it your marks? Your studies? '<br>'Why are you looking so stressed? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His parents would give him<br>Everything he needed and more<br>Yet his wasn’t as bright<br>As the clothes he wore</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was always missing from class and home alike<br>No one knew where he went<br>Except his little brother</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had followed him that day<br>To see where he went alone<br>He followed him to a house<br>He followed him back home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He saw what his brother did<br>He saw his brothers near death<br>He knew he had to stop him<br>He would fight till his final breath</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven years of mystery<br>Was uncovered that day<br>But only his brother knew<br>When his motionless brother lay</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His brother was dead<br>Dead of drugs<br>That seventeen year old<br>Had been dealing with thugs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brother didn’t reveal<br>The information he had<br>He knew his brother wasn’t the only one<br>What he knew was driving him mad</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was going to do something <br>About these killing things<br>Going to take action<br>Going to spread out his wings</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was only thirteen<br>What could he do? <br>Nothing was in his hands<br>That he knew</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he decided to take his stand<br>For his brothers sake and all like him<br>He knew what power lay in his hands<br>He knew how he could inspire a change<br>He knew precisely what he had to do</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walked to his brother’s room<br>And picked up his pen<br>And with a firm mind<br>And an urge to make a difference<br>He began to write....<br>Alive and killing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Abhishek+Vishwanathan">Abhishek Vishwanathan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=544495" data-title="Alive And Killing de Abhishek Vishwanathan" data-description="I once knew this boy Who was in his teens, A dog tag around his neck A pair of low waist jeans A ragged shirt, streaked hair Branded shoes, the thuggish stare It all fitted him very well Yet his darkest secret he would never tell. There was one..."></div> </div> </div>

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