DEATH IS DEATH AND SO ARE YOUR KILLERS

Some are removed quickly. With rhythmical pace

Like the picking of leaves at a tea farm in Thyolo

Some are hacked by Machetes. Sharp. Maimed

Like bodies lain on the road side on some street In Rwanda

Some without pain a bullet straight to the arterial lobe

Like Martin on the balcony of Lorraine Motel

Some jump from high up the window

O! How brave you were brother and how cowardly your actions

Or was it the Devil who said. Jump!

Death is death and so are your killers