Afraid of Reincarnation and Revolution

I have been here, I have seen skulls blasted, I have seen its content splashed on the floor, I have seen man’s brutality on the defenseless and death of destinies. On the sand, I saw the blood of our foes, I saw the blood of our friends, I saw the blood of our brothers, I saw the blood of our strangers. My blood was the next in line, So I kept my pistol and bible close to me, Why should I be killed with my innate abilities? When I got Jesus piece on my neck daily like a Catholic nun. I’m a product of a strict street and my mother told me that, I have seen it all while trying to make a living, From the nasty life the society gave me, Death and pains now means nothing to me, Because I die every day just to stay alive. Therefore, I defied the laws of gravidity, Skip religion and politics, And embrace with ardor the prospect of serene leisure, Since my destiny is in my hands. Yet, I am afraid of reincarnation and revolution, Considering the fact that at the next chapter of my life, I don’t want to live again with many heartless and soulless entities, A society that devours even the fetus in the womb. Did I mention a place called ‘The Giant of Black Race’? Where there are too many embezzlement of public money, And they expect the poor masses to live in peace and harmony, I guess I did not.