'' Make My Own Choice '' Poem by Bri Mar

When someone passes,
If they join the masses,
I wonder do they wait in a queue,
Are they then divided into different classes?
Dependent on what they do.

Do the millionaires,
Get to say who cares,
Like they did while stationed on Earth,
Do they carry on with their illicit affairs?
Of the truth I'm afraid there's a dearth.

Does democracy rule,
Or am I being a fool,
In your Paradise does equality exist,
Is there the concept of you being cruel?
Or from genocide do you desist.

Does Heaven need maintained,
Are relationships strained,
To the master will we need to take heed,
As nobody knows can this be explained,
Does he know of our concept of greed?

The one they term God,
Will over us he maraud?
Does he always get his own way?
If we disobey will we be outlawed,
Will we be given a say?

What if we're not,
Will we be distraught,
That would leave a terrible smell,
Or will he send us somewhere hot,
Obey him or end up in Hell.

The one called creator,
The life liquidator,
Will he steal our free will and voice?
If he does, his title's dictator,
I'd much rather,

‘' Make My Own Choice ‘'