Fresh Death
The anniversary of deaths of many has come and gone
Whether it is eleven years,
Or one hundred
That has passed,
The pain is still fresh for many.
April 2012 was the anniversary
Of the sinking of a great ship.
And we all remember the tragedy of 9-11.
Death may be inevitable,
But let’s not rush towards it.
People die every day,
Some are killed,
Others are maimed.
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