Death Comes in Many Ways
Death comes in many ways;
Hands tied, shot in the head
with family you bore
victims of the cruel
brutality of war.
Death comes in many ways;
doctor with a syringe
maybe the most humane
to save a loved one from
more years of constant pain.
Death comes in many ways;
guiltily by own hand
a teenage mind derailed
another victim of
a system that has failed
Death comes in many ways;
The easiest must be
quietly in our sleep
after solemn prayer
asking our soul to keep.
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