death never comes with honor
riding by its side
pride flees joy trembles
at its looming sight
there is no nice no tear jerking scenes
like sweet old hallmark movies
rust covered screwdrivers pick at my heart
as i see him slowly die
who made america how it is
to lock our parents up
in prisons chained away from all
that once held every joy
and they die slowly there
losing control decaying
because no one cares enough to help them live
the way they could
dont just delay death
expand life
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