To tremble at the thought of death are we.
Coughing ones own life away without aid.
A microscopic foe which we cannot see.
Reaper comes forth outstretched hand we abade.
Spectacle of civil collapse arise so
Feuding crowns sound political distress
Many a man who feels their deepest woe
The one percent has doomed all the rest
A newfound peace has arisen from within.
Stillness has diminished my pain throughout.
Sprung from meditation my life begins.
Suffering now ends this I have no doubt.
Come forthright acceptance of life what may.
Waking up breeds gratitude for today.