Peg after peg.... Soul Touching Poem- Salute to the Poet wherever he is

I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom,
So I drank soda instead.



I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.



I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.



As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.



I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.



As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.



I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.



There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.



I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom..
The others didn't think.



He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank
And I will die.



Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now.
Pains just like a knife.



The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying
And all he can do is stare.



Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.



Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.



My breath is getting shorter, Mom..
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.



I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?

.......COMPILED FROM NET BY SUDHA ; AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Black and Colored- Best Poem written by an African Kid

Hi All........

This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, Written by an African Kid

When I born, I black
When I grow up, I black
When I go in Sun, I black
When I scared, I black
When I sick, I black
And when I die, I still black

And you white fellow
When you born, you pink
When you grow up, you white
When you go in sun, you red
When you cold, you blue
When you scared, you yellow
When you sick, you green
And when you die, you gray
And you calling me colored??