There was once a cow that died
The owner went to it and kicked it
He wanted it to stand up
He kicked it but it did not stand up
He went back to his house and called his sons
They came together and kicked it
But alas, it still would not stand up
They called the villagers to help them kick it
But it still would not stand
They called the old wise woman
who asked them
"don't you realise that you can't kick a dead cow and it rises?"
"but we thought if we kicked it long enough it would rise up" they said
The old woman walked away, leaving them still kicking the cow.
Ok that is my attempt at poetry....lol
Jose: If I make it through this thug life, I'll see you one day. The Lord is the only way to stop the hurt.