Her sister,
Her unborn children,
Her aunt and her friend,
Death has found them all.
For so long,
She tried her best to die.
Now she wants to live,
The Grim Reaper takes them,
From her sight.
She cries out in pain,
Shakes her fists in rage,
All the while,
Screaming at the Heavens,
"Why?!
Why must they die?
Why must I live?
Where is the justice?
This is bullshit!"
The pain and the rage,
Are making her sick,
It slowly poisins her soul,
Until she can take no more.
The All Knowing Mother,
The Wisened Father,
Wait patiently for her to say,
"Please, I beg of you,
Take away this pain!"
When she looks to them and asks,
"Where is the justice in death?"
They simply reply,
"There is no justice in death.
Thier lessons are learned,
As will be yours,
When you've begun to mourn.
The rage you carry,
Will only result in,
A death far less just." |
Submission Name: The Injustice of Death
