Last Words Of A Dying Poet Poem by Monica Lanier

What is the purpose of you remembering my name?
When people are still living and dying in pain
Where the scope of hope barely remains
Where greed is submersed in one being vain
And LOVE is abstain to obtain selfish gain
It's a Russian roulette game
Of human destruction detained
And what remains, evolve into inscriptions
That becomes permanent fixtures
In the mental membrane
It's insane
Who taught you not to love yourself?
What happened to the wealth of respect?
When will you honor and protect?
Can I say something to make us unify?
Can I do something to solidify?
Can I motivate you enough to rectify?
Can you identify?
That if I could not help to electrify your mentality
Make you open up your eyes to see
Or help regain optimistic burst of possibilities
I have gained nothing at all

By: Monica Lanier - poeticmoonchild