Death's Price
When an enlisted son lays his body down
for a motherland that runs undisturbed
filled with pride that’s not his crown
anonymous stone he lies beneath
there is no dignity in death.
When a vacant daughter lies in city streets
wrapped in sepia toned scandals
on a wooden bench she prays for heat
as the winter months take their debt
there is no dignity in death.
When a proud father lies tangled in tubes
surrounded by love he cannot recall
frail and succumbed, his body misused
as the godless night steals his last breath
there is no dignity in death.
When a forgotten mother lies in dark room
tranquilized by modern miracles
the gaping hole threatens to consume
she prays for ease of this unrest
there is no dignity in death.
When a forgotten child lies in mortal fear
expanded stomach rumbling in hunger
global empathy is too busy to hear
charity reaches only shallow depth
there is no dignity in death.
We watch beginnings dance with ends
in natural harmony sweet sorrow sings
a duet which we all understand
inescapable rhythm that we live to forget
there is no dignity in death.
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