You have nothing to say to the dying
Except: are you ok?
Slumped on the floor spitting blood and crying
You insist: are you ok?
You can see in their eyes that their demons are calling
And all you can offer is: are you ok?
You have nothing better to give to the fallen
So, this is how you pray.
And how can you dig out the blood choked answer
With your tongue of pre-moulded clay?
Fools to those who come to say nothing
And simply walk away.
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Dedicated to all those who have died for another’s senseless cause.