A white sheet, covers me from head to toe;
By all comparisons,
I look far more whiter dead.
White tiled walls surround me,
White nurses – just like white butterflies,
Flutter around my bed.
I remember that great white explosion –
The white ambulances, rushing to the scene,
That guy in the white coat
Pumping on my chest,
As the woman in the blood soaked, white dress, screamed.
In this country they only use white coffins,
To bury all their dead,
I don’t suppose anyone will send me roses;
But if you remember,
Please make them red.