I Choose To Die

Now that i shall sink and die in the nadirs of my own house; And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land, Now that i shall fall and wither If at all I have to free myself from the need to be free Now that I shall not live to see the tomorrow of tomorrow; Where putrid hope is the best foundation for all choice, The old remain in power and the youth can't raise a voice! decreipted political shafts burn their dreams in to a desultory patch! Now that i shall not live to see the breech birth of a born again religion; that will denude minds and lead them astray And its servants claim the word for a grist to their mill or play, Faith unfaithful keep them falsely true! Now that i shall not live to witness those civil contretemps evolve into wars, while the government like Giles in the old rhyme wonder whether they are a government or not! And their fatal blindness to immemorial history's warning signals makes them to embrace further difficulties and further predicaments! Now that i shall not be there to witness the ramifications of being there, Now that i shall be there not to see not that i shall breath my last and not be there to see