It's late July and summer doth warn
My time is up as Heaven's horns
Trumpet down from the atmosphere;
They call to me as death's hand adorns
My foolish neck, no amount of fear
Could save me from that airless spear.
Oh how I've lived in fear of dying -
For years I've stared into the churlish sneer
Of the greed that led to man's untying;
A gavel rang of the Devil's lying
And man needn't fear death anymore.
But the souls of sixteen were His: tying
Yourself to the ground unwound the sworn
Oath to his property, and greed diswarn
As your parents, ageless, bat not a tear
At the floating of a daughter, unborn.
The world will turn on without me here.
Though elders don an avarice veneer,
I've accepted fate; triumphant flying,
As you watch me rise, hungrily austere.
Categories:
diswarn, abortion, allegory, corruption, freedom,
Form: Rubaiyat