They say that life,…it isn’t fair.
That the best of us die young;
And men who live until old age,
Still die with songs unsung.
Yet tears give life to the Earth,
And the dead find a place to lie.
You raped me, but it’s alright;
‘Cause I,… I watched you die.
It’s said that there is a plan,…
Some meaning to it all.
Yet I find it hard to sleep at night,
As people rise and fall.
Will anyone remember you?
Will they laugh or will they cry?
You raped me, and it’s not alright,
Yet I…, maybe I should feel glad,…
For I,…I watched you die.
Did the angels ever get to fly or is it just a tale,
Told by early men who died by both monster and sail?
I do not know much of it,
Though I fear it’s all comforting lie.
Those who hurt, rape, and kill,…
One day they too will die.
Is death the great equalizer?
In death is all made right?
Will the criminals and the victims,
Go together toward the light?
All men are born victims,
And even criminals cry;
And even though you hurt me,
I didn’t want you to die.
K. Aldaya, 3/24/19
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