I wonder now, more than ever before
What death must feel like
What it must feel like to stand in prayer, and be shot from behind
What it must feel like to be running for your life, and be strangled
What it must feel like to burn in the homes you’ve built with your hands
What it must feel like to swallow death as a last meal
What it must feel like to embrace death as a last resort
I wonder now, more than ever before
If death is ever beautiful
If death is always the result of something ugly
If death is the beginning of an end
I wonder now, more than ever before
If I will ever know of a world
Where death is something other than massacres and murders, genocides and bloodshed
I wonder now, more than ever before
If maybe, just maybe death, as it seems, is horrid
But if maybe those who die, experience death to be heavenly and divine
I pray that they do
