Who was a hero then?
One who survived
On scraps of hours
Left to him?
Or one whose time
Was his own,
And how he'd die
Was a decision he could take
In his spare time?
I ask myself these questions
Each time I'm face to face
With a know-all investigator
Spreading her verities
Like rose petals
Before a happy couple.
I always say to her:
Heroes were they
Who stayed alive
Against all odds;
Not those who died
Because they chose to.
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