A POEM BY: Ben Dunk’

 

January 1st  1995.

 

 

SUICIDE

 

The right to die

  by one’s self

      alone

comes in the face

  of ready stealth

      for some

 

They cheat and lie

  to fear death

      on stone

but does the try

  fault their wealth

     of wrong

 

For when the cry

  is for health

     they croon

pain and the sky

  come near tilth

     to soon