Friend

 

We deal in righteousness too much, friend.

We flex our moral muscles

Proudly in front of each other

When we learn about death

 

Our tears, become sweat

Our sadness becomes power

The news is our benchpress

Our words are talk radio

And end up as music

But only to our ears

 

You say millions die

And you say people cry

But friend,

Where were you

When they breathed their last sigh?

 

Where was you

When the story went by

When the anchors were lifted high

While these souls

Did not want to fly?

 

 

Death devastates, friend

It is your reason

For your gym membership

It is your reason for your

Million dollar personal trainer

It must be tiring

To flex your fingers

in front of your screen

Isn’t it, friend?

 

Surprise me with your body, friend

Show me that you care

Show me you really know what death is

So that you can be healthy

Without the need to be seen

  • Dylan Amirio, 2013.
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