Poetry

They Are Not Numbers

They had names

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

London's streets cry out with their blood victims; girls, boys, men & women Retired, working, going to school, living

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

Some so young like Perry So many will miss him He was one of our own Now it's all a memory... I taught his sister for 2 years I remember his little grin And when he ran in the playground So many teen lives Taken like him

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

Some were much older The street's demons snatched them away How tragic for lives To be taken in this evil way

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

Tragedy doesn't care about your age Your status, your family, your opinions It doesn't care about your hobbies Your intellect, your culture or your race It can happen at any time So live life to the fullest Everyone at your own pace

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

They were like me and you They are people They have left holes in hearts Tears that keep falling Wounds that tear life apart

They are not numbers They had names They had families & friends Now all that's left is pain

R.I.P Perry Jordan R.I.P all those who were taken in this tragic way ❤