I Will Die Poem by RENAISSANCE CHIDOZIE

I will die, when true word killer's fighters
Inhaleable sprayed spell like pesticide
Won't lure Beings to commit dark suicide
Nor change Beings to dirty ethic eaters.

I will die, when mere skin can't be scatters
By shrapnel, bullets purely homicide
Nor dirty leaders drums of genocide
Which do wipe wholly whole race shelters.

I will die, when Human will bury hate,
Cremate lies, slain hypocrisy, love love,
When God's kingdom will be all human's fate
Then, will i answer the faithful white dove

For, if fall now, will regret existence
Cos i have not showered earth my essence.