Keep chanting your submerged voices.
Lonely in the back of the room.
Too loud now
To hear the folklore.
Let them paint you poisen.
Label you the enemy.
Let them get high off the scent of rebellion.
They think we had our day.
That it's time for an uproot, a change.
When we're done letting them speak.
Let's hold a wedding in their honnor.
May no man leave unbled.

There's alot to be said about end of life care.

But should alot be said?

They're knocking on heavens door, each breath a silent prayer.

Every drive filled with prayers asking for strength. Wiping away tears doing all you can so that they're comfortable and if they go in the night I hope it's peaceful and I hope they know they were loved.

Be at peace when they pass. Be at peace when they go; learn to let go.

Honnor the DNR.

And cry, yell, rage! This is all apart of the process.