if you are here, you will not believe it
but the world is slowly crumbling
and pretty soon chaos and disaster
will explode everywhere
you probably were here during the SARS
period, now there is another more cruel and
hungry.

     now I am afraid to read the papers, watch TV and hearing the news on the radio like I used to enjoy with you because all you hear and see now is death, sorrow, sickness and pain

     Dad even though I miss you when your gone, I am glad you do not live in this era. I just wish you would know though, I am scared not for me but for my children.

love, your Daughter

Death is stalking me.
It watches me play cards,
smoke cigarettes, and
drink beer.
It took my parents, two
brothers, and all my friends.
It got Chris last week.
20 bottles of whiskey in
seven days, I suppose that
would **** anyone.
They found him on the
railroad tracks.
Death is stalking me.
I won't cheat it.
I won't escape it;
but before it gets me,
I bet I finish
this poem.