Priorities Poem by Rose Guber
Priorities
The murderer
wants to die.
He
has had enough
of punishment, so now
he wants to check out.
The old veteran,
faithful servant
of many unjust wars,
now wounded and broken,
still wants to live.
We force-feed the murderer,
who killed for pleasure,
to keep him with us
a little longer. And he wants death.
We starve the veteran
to hasten
his demise. And he wants life.
Go figure where
our priorities lie.
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