"Fear of death?
Hell no, I fear mortals even more, they give me the creeps!"

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Not a poem, just a quote from a song called "The Tower" from the band "Vulture Industries", which I love, and that I think somehow describes the way we live nowadays as a satire.

Rule number 1:
Each man is what he owns
Whether or not one truly exists is a question of having things
Rule number 2:
Things have purpose while the only purpose of flesh is to possess them
Rule number 3:
What one does not possess it is mandatory to land
Rule number 4:
The bond is the marrow of your bones
Rule number 5:
Debt is inherent and the birthright of the young

He didn't even fight
Walking with his head straight up
As if not even afraid
Of the grim end awaiting him
By the end of a rope

The executioner offered his hand
To help him get up on the gallows
He agreed on the help of his killer
And directed to him his final words:

"Here, in my final sunset
I thank thee for helping
Don't worry about the rest
I'll go down myself"