They say swine flue will kill men;

Just like the cancer in his skin,

Or the drugs  in his vein.

He just didn’t hear that blowing train.

The numbers say we all must die.

But, could these numbers tell a lie,

Only to see us live forever,

To get killed again–by the weather.

To much salt will kill you too,

With highblood pressure calling you.

And there’s no where-you can retreat;

Unless, you breathe below six feet.

I bet a wife is giving birth;

To another life on this earth.

To keep this cycle that we live,

Some must take what others give.