Waiting to Die (#poem #NaPoWriMo)

On this day of Easter when the Son gifts us life
Somebody is waiting for someone to die
The Native American chants by the fire
Drums beating stories where truth meets the liar

Sin does not exist we shout in the dark
Protesting songs on lyre and harp
Born with a body we claim to own
To use as we desire we gasp and we moan

Lessons we do not learn and history repeats
The next gen’s solution in tech it believes
Throw away yesterday and anything old
Reinvent everything and new is gold

One day in a lifetime all will betray
These gods that you fancied will blow away
Ghosts from the past look you in the eye
When they sit by your bedside waiting for you to die