The light in the room dims.
As I look at the bodies in beds, I wonder how this could happen.
Their so young and weak.
Tubes coming in and out of the bodies.
Trying to hold on to life with all their might.
Stitches on the skulls and spins.
Family members in the halls crying.
Some have hope with smiles of joy.
Have a chance of a normal life.
Running around as if nothing happened.
They might be just ghosts haunting the halls.
But one thing can be for sure….
God Can’t Have These Ones
 
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