I Don't Fear Death
As Death creeps nearer, to my life's end,
I look upon it as a godsend.
There's no one left whom I call a friend,
I'm like an oak, unwilling to bend,
while shadows in the dark tend to blend.
The world is under increasing strain:
as nations vow to be great again.
And inflicting hurt and widespread pain,
Politicians are acting insane.
Gobble warming's happening today:
and thus, climate change is here to stay,
no matter what the deniers may say.
Billions of people inhabit Earth,
while we're increasing our rate of birth.
Facing the future, I don't fear Death.
I fear that this madness will extend,
to giving billionaires free rein.
And I pray I won't be here the day
life's judged for its value, not its worth:
while poor people fight for every breath.
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