Ode to the Hereafter...

What will you do when Death has played its last card?
What will you do when the last song has been sung by the last bard?
When your mother passes away, how will your soul grieve?
When you father calls it a day, how will your soul its future weave?
When all whom you love reach the finish line to death,
Who will be left standing, but you devoid of breath.
What will our children do when we too pass beyond the Fall?
Will they weep and ask, ‘is this all, is this all?’
Why do we sit and stare at the wall?
When we must get up to answer the call.
Wily is the world of the living, and simple is the realm of the dead.
We should wake up, for Change is as important as bread.
Woe to the soul that thinks it can change the future alone.
When all souls hold hands, then will water flow from stone.
Wake up, there may be no tomorrow for our kind.
Why are you still sleeping? What, in dreams, do you hope to find?