The Dead Knew That I Was Being Kind

Written by: Annie Lander

Can I offer a drink of water to the dead?
The dead knew that I was being kind
 Dry from dehydration they throat sore
 I saw death within their eyes 

Their eyes are open but see nothing before them
 Doctor and Nurses followed a protocol (name sin)
For all those who were involve from the superior
To the inferior

Say well is good, but do well is better.
 A crime of compassion; ones might say does it matters?
A “justifiable excuse” for probation
 Doctor and nurse’s notes are very discreet.
Doctors cures, nurse care;
 Unnecessary guilt! Day after day after day