'Til Death Do Us Part Poem by Richard Wlodarski

Three are in their bed now
And I do not know how
They got there today
Only for a lay
To be sure they were right
For no they did not fight
Yet they lay very still
And people got their thrill
Only to see them lie
Only to watch them die

I ask God why
We have to cry
And pray to Him above
To send us the White Dove
To bring peace and happiness
To this world of ugliness
I do not think He hears me
For yet now the world is ugly