Honor with dismay
The world is my Static Stage.
It has no bars, no age.
And I will step on it.
Even if I die of fits.
I will kick cruelty,
And their will be no pity.
I will die on this earth,
This is the reason of my birth.
I saw many Frank Folks,
And I had told them it was a joke.
But now, my number is on.
By tomorrow, I may have gone.
For the sake of the world, I must die.
And that’s not a lie!
If you want to see the rest of me,
Then inside my Grave- You will be seeing!
This is nothing new.
It does resemble drops of dew.
If you want to take my heart,
Then that would not be smart.
Today, I feel dead.
But I am alive in my head.
They only power is my words.
Tell this to a herd.
My Grave will be under the sea.
And people should see it with Glee.
Poetry is driving my Balance.
And now I am flying like a Lance.
