Do not politicise these deaths

[pomes]

do not politicise these deaths
It is not public, bleeding on the street
In daylight among books or dancing's heat
Blood bubbles apolitical last breaths
Do not politicise the hate
That leads the men to take up arms and kill
The passionate debasement of free will
That kills the young too early, now the Late
Politics is distant schemes and power
Wafting through the air - we all draw breath
We're born and live with politics 'til death 
We're lucky if it's distant in that hour.
"Do not politicise a death" but know
People kill  for politics, even so.