Next In Line?...

[SNM_gurl]

I see the sun set ending the day,
Yet I'm not one of whose soul slipped away


Today I survived and lived through,
Yet the night sky brings a striking new hue


Am I next in line?
Tomorrow will death be mine?


Next to die under gunfire,
As the smoke of oppression gets higher?


Next to die from hunger,
While the world around me turns to plunder?


Next to die from the chilling cold,
As a refugee with tattered clothes and sufferings untold?


Next to die under the rubble of my home,
From deadly bombs falling from clouds of white foam?


Next to die alone in a dark cell,
Though inside me no crime does dwell?


Every day from inflicted misery people cry,
Every day from oppression and injustice people die


The sun sets on the lives of many,
Yet the weight of sorrow for the persecuted is petty!


Next from my misery will I be made to cry,
Next from oppression will I be next to die?


Am I next in line?
Tomorrow, will death be mine?