Those who aren't afraid to die
Those that might welcome it
Aren't quite so lucky.
The ones who die are the ones who made a difference
The murdered taken down in their prime.
Whosoever would change it
Would be a greater man than all the great men of history.
So if I was to be slaughtered tomorrow, somehow, in ways I can't imagine
Would I be standing on a limb, shouting
To the killer
I want my suicide back
Gary Diamond
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-the-killer-i-want-my-suicide-back/
