If I Must Die
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When peace and stillness sway in people, homes, and places
When earsplitting music in alcohol selling places, cease
When even the foul and abusive drunks have returned home
And even the roughneck of husbands are all calm in sleep
And naughty children are even obedient ones in sleep
And husbands and wives are cuddled in beds, adoration in reign
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When the Morning Star, in the West, is sparkling bright
That warns the witches and robbers of the coming light
When day is about to break and, at the peak of calm
When zephyr wafts so coolly even in months of tortured snooze
When guards, the bereaved, even the sick are knocked by snooze
When even the warring dogs have ceased fire and are serene
If I must die, let it be before the break of dawn
When the time is at its darkest mark, its dimmest part
When vigor is to be revived in people’s mind set
When the time is at the peak of dark; when witches hunt and roam
When incest, buttering, rape, defilement is without
When husbands are loving ones and wives are submissive ones, flat-out
Not times like night or evening, morning, noon when chaos is in reign
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