When my temporal life has gone
let my memory not hold sway
Unless it does provoke a smile
to brighten your own day.

Don't make me a hero
or a martyr to a cause
I know my inherent sins
just as you know yours.

Just sing for me a happy song
for the road my life has paved
Do not indulge in worry
that my soul was never saved.

Though there is fear in dying
I fear not to be dead
That only regrets that I will have
are for words I never said.

So in my passing just take comfort
love your own life as you should
At the end of life be knowing
even the worst of times were good.

Do not admire my butterfly form,
my red lips pomegranate blushed.
My Asian beauty beyond the norm,
that my fate has lightly brushed.
My soul with passion to adorn,
a will that love has never crushed.

For I was born not to abide,
within your cage of love or lust.
My soul will throw your 'love' aside,
my spirit's voice will not be hushed.
In your arms I'll not reside,
because my fate cannot be rushed.

For beyond my beauty that you see,
is my journey, my own spirit's flight.
Beyond your lust I must be free,
to soar away right out of sight.
Far beyond the bars  your love would be,
lies the world wherein I would ignite.

I will not be your confessor priest,
nor forgive all that you do.
I have no power of forgiveness,
even though you're dying too.
I have seen you **** the mothers,
in the West and in the East;
You **** your babies in the womb,
to create a devil's feast.
Yet I cannot judge you,
nor forgive all that you do,
I cannot sit in judgment,
for I am but passing through.

I cannot judge you for your wars,
religious jihad settled scores;
All the scriptures penned as ******,
to power games, those septic sores.
Nor that you choose to impose peace,
with nuclear  threat and freedoms cease.
I cannot purify your will,
which caused the poor to pay the bill,
for your diseases that spirits ****.
For I am dying just like you,
and like the horses fodder,
we just pass through.