~ The Right of the dying man ~

They rush him to the hospital because he faint
They knew about the reason but he never got a hint
They cry along the corridor
Some whimper and whine in the E.R. door

 
The doctor call out that he’s stable
They already got a room in the third floor
And a few days has passed he began to talk again
Every little thing that he’s feeling he complain

 
He’s wondering why he felt weak each day
He’s head often aches terribly
He loss his appetite
And he can’t sleep well at night

 
He said that he’s a little bit angry on his children
They see that he’s lying in the hospital
But they ask that he should give the piece of land meant for them
It’s not his health but the piece of land is crucial

 
I felt sad listening to your sentiment
You have the right to know about your ailment
So that you’ll slowly accept your coming death
And you’ll have time to settled things and your sins you can repent

 
Why is that your children can’t think about it
They think letting you know nothing is really good for your health
Haven’t they notice that you look so thin now and weak
They must let you know before it’s too late.