The Death I Dread

To be really dead is a death So common to die But it is most dreadful For the man in the man to die. I dread to die in life It is terrible to die while alive If you kill my conscience The real man in the ram is dead. Many men have been killed And the rams are left to roam More hunts are in anxious progress And more rams are to be dumped to roam. Don’t be the ram! When a conscience is killed The ram is like a toxic waste Dumped in a koko side of a nation. To become a toxic waste Is to die a death That would offend the dead Who died the death. Even those who die in life Would ram the ram to deaf shambles – Then is it not better to die the death Than to die a death of the waste?