Shots at a Funeral
When I was a baby, I cried at the sight of life
When I was child I slept to protest life
When I was a teenager I screamed and kicked at life
When I was twenty, I was begging death
But now I drink to heal my death
Copyright © Moses Sichach | Year Posted 2025
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