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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



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