One moment alive the next minute dead

The transition from life to death

One moment alive the next minute dead,
An incalculable horror, for those that have cared
One heart stops beating, another is shred;
It’s from the pain of bereavement, that vengeance is bred.

When vengeance is bred, a scapegoat should be scared,
Like a sacrificial lamb, to the altar he’s led.
They cry foul to the jury, if they render him spared;
And implore for the executioner to chop off his head.

In the French Revolution they chopped off the head,
Then mopped up the pool of blood that was shed;
But in more recent times they use syringes instead.
One minute alive the next moment dead.