The Plug - Poem by Lubinda Lubinda
20 plus years fighting the same war
his body parts had become sore
you see, life has turned out to be dreary
because this young man was war weary
because he'd been fighting
a battle his body kept losing!
As he moved from ward to ward
he felt a little closer to the graveyard
he wrestled thoughts of death
he thought it would better for him
to quietly leave the earth!
Despite the fact that his loved ones wish he could endure
they slowly lost hope because doctors said there's no cure
his parents look at him in sorrow
because they didn't know if he'd live to see tomorrow
but doctors told them to wait
and must not do something in a haste!
When he was awake
he'd cry out in pain
again and again
till he asked his mum to come give him one last hug
before she finally decided to pull the plug!
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