Suicide Bomber
Some people sadly make so light a talk of dying
As they work so hard to seek a means of living
But to some reality is the art is of dying for something
No great intellectual struggle looking through dark glass
The pleasure of real living now dimmed and out of view
Far easier then going on setting a low value on life itself
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