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.