A Bit of Amateur Poetry

And I will not go to my death
At the gentle and persuasive request
Of those who count themselves
Among the privileged of my race

I will not stop myself living
And take only what they’re giving
For I have seen through
The lies they pass as true

And I know how the world turns
And the people it leaves to burn
Ever wishing they had tried
The sins for which they’ve died

So I will not sit silent
And let my future end
Here and now
And by my own hand

And yet the future too can lull
A man to his very soul
Into complacent courtship
Of the death bell’s toll

Instead I choose to dwell
Be it heaven or be it hell
On this very fleeting second
On the here and on the now

I choose to take not what the world offers
From it’s rich and ill-gotten coffers
But instead to take what is mine
From that precious resource time

To squeeze the life from it
Every second and every minute
To laugh and dance and sing
And give praises to my King

For with what he has given me
The world cannot compete
Their wealth and their glory
Don’t fit into my story

And yet it is here I live
And it is here I’ll die
And the only questions left
Are how and when and why