Hollow, we cling to empty things,
Seance a lonely whisper in the dark --
Why?
Before stark truth, a metal table and a white sheet,
Raw words from numb lips --
“Why?”
Laughters slips, harsh and unrestrained,
Men in uniforms, silent, might wonder:
Why?
Amateur mourners say false sympathies
Eyes righteous, accusing the unvoiced:
Why?
Why did we let you die, not stop you,
You hid beind a smile, never telling why
You died.
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