On My Deathbed
My death is near
It is sure and certain
That out of this bed
I shall not get!
But
A lot I have to say
Yet
I say so little!
The world I met
In peace
But the world
I strove
To leave in peace!
Peace I see not
As I am departing
Chaos!
War!
Trouble!
Turmoil!
Upheaval!
Hypocrisy!
Fights!
Duels!
Lies!
Deceit!
Crime!
All ending in death untimely!
Poverty!
Revolution!
Suffering!
Cheating!
Castigation!
Mudslinging!
All around the world!
Them I grew in
And they I am leaving
Behind!
I have done mine best
And I am expired!
Tired!
Wasted!
Spent!
Used!
Hence I am going!
But
Cry not for me!
Shed not blood for me!
Nor weep for me!
Rather
Squeeze your best
And make the world
Better than this!
Than I left it...
And
The man died...
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