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The Right to Die
The train comes through each night here
Six and eight and nine o' clock
With a horn so loud we're accustomed now
To pausing when we talk
A stroke of horrid luck
Has turned these tracks dark red before
And the conductors' hands still tremble
And in their heads the breaks still roar
And every single dismembered figure
Made the first responders cry
But they were not all an accident
Some went to the tracks to die
Like the weary man with lung cancer
Who didn't want to drown
Like the aids patient who found the strength
To lay his wasted body down
Like the girl who fought leukemia
And was losing all too slowly
She left her wheel-chair at the park
And prayed to God the train was rolling
It's from the morphine legislation
With only rights to pull the plug
When hope is gone the pain goes on
Regardless of the drugs
It's true we have the right to live
And we can fight to stay alive
But it's not over till it's over
Cause we don't have the right to die
By
Kyle Ezra Kriticos
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