The Right to Die

Written by: Kyle kriticos

The train comes through each night here
Six and eight and nine o' clock
With a horn so loud we're accustomed now 
To pausing when we talk

A stroke of horrid luck
Has turned these tracks dark red before
And the conductors' hands still tremble 
And in their heads the breaks still roar

And every single dismembered figure
Made the first responders cry
But they were not all an accident 
Some went to the tracks to die

Like the weary man with lung cancer 
Who didn't want to drown
Like the aids patient who found the strength 
To lay his wasted body down

Like the girl who fought leukemia
And was losing all too slowly 
She left her wheel-chair at the park
And prayed to God the train was rolling

It's from the morphine legislation
With only rights to pull the plug 
When hope is gone the pain goes on
Regardless of the drugs 

It's true we have the right to live 
And we can fight to stay alive 
But it's not over till it's over
Cause we don't have the right to die 

Kyle Ezra Kriticos