Saturday, April 30, 2016

I resist

There is a threat by others
A sort of pressure 
To conform
To the herd
Even unto death
Who ever said 
Being alive was better
Than the alternative
Has never been dead
That is just the fact
I don't expect death to be pleasure
With soft pillows, a harem and treasure
But not having been there
I don't assume that it is better or worse
For all I know, I might be healed
There, there is no cancer or lepers
No sorrow or grieving, no despair
I refuse to repeat after the speaker
The magical words
Life is important
But death is not known
I welcome death
Embrace the scythe of the reaper
It will happen when it will
And not before
The seeds have been sown
Bring the harvest