A look at death

In the darkness of the day
on your own dying day,
weeks before you lived fast
How much have I changed

You lay in your warm bed
or cold gutter, either way you'll soon be dead
Does the money and wealth?
save you from the execpted hell

you dared to dream
You've lost track it seems
you once wanted it all
but got nothing at all

from movie stars; famous and rich
To starving kids, empty stomachs and sick
with all middle class and; poor and wasteful
We'll all die, hungry and ungrateful

Cold and alone,