a blonde haired girl,
chewing gum and packing bags,
let the plastic and the paper fall.
she walked out of the store.
a white scrubbed doctor,
covered with blood and gore,
let his scalpel fall.
he walked out of the e.r.
a perfect blue eyed beauty,
sat on a stool singing so pretty,
let his guitar fall.
he walked out of the room.
a desperate young woman,
they all knew she could do it,
let her shining black pistol fall.
she walked out of the station.
millions and billions,
making up everyone,
dropped what they were doing.
they walked away from their lives.
walking with purpose,
in a single-file silent parade.
every single one of them headed,
to the location of their family graves.
one by one they arrived.
one by one they all laid down.
and decided today,
today was a good day to die.









