Death…> Poem by Turuz Hautapu

When death comes
You don’t know what to do
No one, but everyone hums
Their apologies for your loss
When others are just worrying
About the expensive cost
Why do people die? ?
Sometimes I think it’s just
To watch family and friends cry
But maybe there’s more? ?
Death to some people
Is like a really bad sore
You try not to scratch
But there’s normally
A pretty big catch
Like not talking
Some explain it
Like sleep walking
Why are there fights? ?
They say everything will be
‘perfectly alright
But they spend more money on guns
And not enough in my opinion
On the sad and lonely bums
Lying in the street
With no family and only
Other sad people to meet
When will government realize
That they only have
Themselves to summarize? ?
They themselves have no knowledge
What it is now like
To be in a big college
Yet they say they know
What we're are going through
So you feel like a trailer in tow
To some my age, death
is better than living and
having sweet, sweet breath.