I want to talk to you all about death

not the idea of it
but the reality of it
When somebody dies that isn't just a statistic
a faceless body thrown to the wind

that person is just like you
it's not someone whose skin was different
who wore their hair a different way

no

that person ate food like you do
they worried about their future like you do
they turned off the channel when they couldn't find anything entertaining to watch on t.v. like you do
they rode their bike but not as often as they'd like just like you do

they worried if they weren't good enough

they questioned God's existence
they dreamed
they complained when their noses got stuffy
don't agree with death because you believe people are
different from you
revolt against it because
they are the same