Dec 2015
We have one fear and only one,
It haunts us from the crib,
All others are pretenders,
Only fear of death has grip.
It seizes us before we speak
It holds throughout our lives,
It tempts us as a madness will,
Through all our time it thrives.
This fear stains men with blood desire,
We slaughter, cruel and maim,
As if another takes our place,
When death cries out our name.
Why nature felt the need to spoil
This sentience we savour,
No matter any deed we do,
Death waits, our unmasked saviour.
It haunts us from the crib,
All others are pretenders,
Only fear of death has grip.
It seizes us before we speak
It holds throughout our lives,
It tempts us as a madness will,
Through all our time it thrives.
This fear stains men with blood desire,
We slaughter, cruel and maim,
As if another takes our place,
When death cries out our name.
Why nature felt the need to spoil
This sentience we savour,
No matter any deed we do,
Death waits, our unmasked saviour.
All religion promotes glorified death-- as if dying for one's spiritual beliefs elevates us in the eyes of whatever god we have constructed. This fear of death makes us irrational -- lose the fear we will be better humans and we will value others more. Easier said than done. HH
Written by
Hank Helman
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