Guns out, a man with bravery
Fighting for another man's slavery
Thoughts of family, he steps in the battlefield
With determination, watches the enemy get killed
Yet, bullets pierce through his skin and penetrate his heart
Killing him, and tearing yet another family apart
Does death give a little care
to what we, mere humans, think is fair
the world cries out in indignation
for our brother, death has taken
...
She's walking home, deep in the night
worn from work, no one in site.
She hears footsteps, not her own
She knows that she is not alone.
Around she turns, a gun to her head
Pleads for her life, but morn' finds her dead.
Does death give a little care
To what we, mere humans, think is fair
The world cries out in indignation
For our sister, death has taken
...
Parents walking, child a few steps behind
Watching the world's mysteries unwind
Things he'll later ask his parents "why?"
Strong arms grab him, hand muffles his cry
Small and helpless, no way of escape
Parents notice, but they're too late
Their child dead in a shady corner
And they're left to be the mourner
Does death give a little care
To what we, mere humans, think is fair
The world cries out in indignation
For our child, death has taken
...
She's just a teen, no one cares her fate
Been through so much, carries too much weight
She writes a note to her friends and family
Takes a blade, her only way out, sadly
She slits her wrists, waits for her death
She cries softly to her last breath
Her dying breath, she apologizes
Takes a day, 'till anyone realizes
Does death give a little care
To what we, mere humans, think is fair
The world cries out in indignation
For our youth, death has taken
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Submission Name: Death's Conscience?
