Letter To the Unborn

To whom it may concern The tick-tock never wait The worst will come no late Sprouting from all corners, holy end From west to east and back, wave counter-espionage with mask of fiend Who waters war ever growing seed, rest in his castle with Chateau D'yquem's bottles, While underdogs of the world, crouch as their heart beat rattles, Mayday with burning fuels like volcano, mustn't be frightful The hand that mould nuclear so faithful. Seekers of peace, hardworking, they add more to the over-populace figure of land of dead Activist might know, they intervene with dying plead, Hope, little like mustard, the rest of the world turned slaves to fear, This I know, death is very easy, I tune my Lear,To babysit my day, For, sorrow is the gold the earth got to pay We will die, never to die again.