lassulus
dying of old age is naive optimism
so wipe your nose and swallow your tears
stand on broken bones, raise bloodied hands
and die young, die screaming, a martyr
they’ll take your name, they’ll take your story,
they’ll write it down, they’ll hold it up,
they’ll turn you into something worthy of glory,
and forget you as someone worthy of love
you were a child, you were a teacher
you were just walking down the road
you were a mother, you were a son
you were just living your own life
now you’re a modern day god
a tragedy, a warning, a catalyst, a boiling point
they’ll immortalize you in hashtags, cardboard signs
they’ll remember your death for decades to come
but they won’t remember your life
(lassulus [adj.]- worn out, having one’s strength exhausted by toil or exertion)