About Time to Die

when I die

Don’t bury me

To rot and mould

In history’s demise

No, wrap me in

A blazing pyre

To spark and fire

With fury, burning

Outrage at the tides

A’turning

Fools’ churning,

Hate, unwarranted

Rivalries taunted

Fools undaunted

Dick size threats

Unleashed,

Truth diminished

Into tweets

or sound bites,

Don’t ask me

To die, respectful

Of fools or flags,

just mournful

That my birthright

The right to freedom,

Is no more than a phantom,

An asset for ransom.