What Right Do You Have? Poem by Sydney La Roche

What Right Do You Have?



What right do you have to divulge in such dissonance?
What right do you have to pass judgements?
For every butcher and betrayer does suffer, perchance.
For who would desire a mind that torments?

What right do you have to bear sentiments so spiteful?
How could any soul deserve death?
How could a dead soul suddenly become delightful?
How could you have the right to another's final breath?

God. Allah. Buddah. Jehovah.
Jesus Christ!
You are no molecule of such entities,
So you are arrogantly ignorant,
And blindly assume you are right.

Well you're wrong.
They say opinions can't be wrong.
But how can one so inhumane be just?
It's a simple solution.
Are you that scared of thinking?
Are you forever listening to that treacle-sweet song?
Splashing salty water in my eyes and trust,
Like my contact lens solution.

What if it was your mother?
What if they were innocent?
What if the world hated you and wanted you dead?
When it was impossible to return that head?
Head? Head? Head?
Would you not suffer enough alive?

What right do you have to superfluous decorum?
Goodnight.

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A sort of anti-death-penalty poem inspired by a debate.
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Sydney La Roche

Sydney La Roche

Wrexham, United Kingdom
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