Dennis Hatfield
1 min readFeb 28, 2018

Sometimes I sit around and wonder,

I wonder about all the things I see.

I see a lot of pain, a lot of suffering,

But I always wash my hands to keep them clean.

My mom and dad took in my grandma

When a stroke became her ball and chain.

Got sentenced to a prison called a nursing home,

She got life, with suffering and pain.

She never got a lawyer, judge, or jury.

Never murdered, raped, or ruined peoples lives,

And she never got a presidential pardon,

She served out everyday until she died.

Sometimes I sit around and wonder,

Sometimes there’s nothing left to say,

I guess we just let the good ones suffer,

And euthanize the “Timothy McVeigh’s.”