Pathetic Human Death Poem by Carlos Gutierrez

I can already hear the whispers
I imagine people staring
People passing on rumors
Of a topic so immoral and daring
Quite a nice topic for evening gossip:

'Did you hear about them?
About their son, he's different.'
'Oh Darling, yes I did.'
'I feel so sorry for them,
They must feel so ashamed.'
'Their only son.
Oh what a waste! '
'Oh Darling, I would never whish such a calamity,
On anyone,
Not even my worst enemy! '
'What an embarrasment to the parent's.'
'Can you imagine him walking down the street,
With his '
'Oh Darling, let's not be disgusting,
It's a fine evening.
Those immoral pests shouldn't bother you.'
'Oh Darling, you're right.
But it just sickens me to the core and irritates my stomach,
To only fathom what they do at night! '
'Sharing the same bed! '
'Ugh, I would be beyond ashamed! '
'Holding hands! '
'That's not normal, that's why I can't understand...'
'Kissing in the park bench.'
'Shopping at the grocery with arms clenched! '
'Ugh, don't make me throw up! '
'Picking up and smelling daisies and sunflowers.'
'But, forever locked in hell's ember tower.'
'Oh Darling, you speak of the thruth.'
'Well of course I do,
Who did you expect you were talking to? '
'Dancing in hell's blackened flames.'
'For being freaks and not being in shame! '
'For not holding back sinful feelings.'
'For not curing such a corruptive illness.'
'For not stoping once to pray,
Because maybe God could've washed away,
Such a diabolic topic of which we discuss today,
But while we rejoice in heaven of God's holy rays,
They will rot and burn forever in hell's fire bay,
For chosing to be of the body,
You have decided to be gay.'

The past is left behind
Like dust in a race
The present is a mold
In which we direct our lives and decide where to go
The future is inevitable
Like the sunrise at dawn
But after time keeps the rhythem of her ticks and tocks
We start to comprehend
That the present has turned into the past
And the future is our present now
We are just playing an already lost game
As the universe's minature pawns
Where the prize is us
And the winner is Death.

Death is positively assured of his victory
That's why he gives us our whole life
To prepare for it's arrival
Because the aftermath of life
Is our pathetic death.