Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life, <br />it is not you who has the privilege to rule <br />you may approach me in the darkness with a knife <br />and plunge your dagger through my heart, I be the fool. <br /> <br />Yes, I admit, there is convention to uphold, <br />no citizen may fail to tend the plants, <br />no renegade is welcome here, he may be bold <br />and sing his hippie songs and silly chants. <br /> <br />But listen folks, and listen well and good, <br />we shall not waver in our course for it is right, <br />there is a ghost who wears a scythe and a black hood <br />he comes to reap fresh human blood deep in the night. <br /> <br />We have a bond that neither man nor god can break <br />tis Nature's way to guarantee her games of chance <br />and in our morning when we touch, still half awake <br />a beaming smile just follows easily the first glance<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-there-something-better-out-there/
