Merciful Murder

2011, written for those beyond the mire of helplessness.

A dying rose,

Unable to carry its wilted posture,
Longs for relief from such anfractuous pain.

A tearful father,

Stands akin to his battalion,
Unable to accept the similarities between the rose and his son.

A merciful soldier,
He refuses to accept such distort,
And targets the benevolent machine,
That is now an extension of his son's broken body.

He reads a quote,
From his son's favourite book,
"Cowards die many times before their deaths;
The valiant never taste of death but once."

He salutes his son,
And brings the machine’s purpose to an end.

And so his son, 
Suffers the same fate.

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