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...