Death comes.
A bullet tears through a soldier’s chest.
A mother screams to see her baby
While doctors try to stop the blood.
A child, no match for a speeding car.
Death doesn’t care.
A long long long night
Pain the only companion.
Looking into a loved one’s eyes
Seeing no hope.
Death doesn’t care.
Bloody cough and dark stool
A ceiling the only view.
Beeping noises of attached machines
The quiet sounds of life.
Death doesn’t care.
So I thought.
Sometimes, Death steps aside,
And sends an Angel of Mercy
To bring a soul home
Before its time.
So Death cares.
Sometimes.