A Nonconformist Haiku Chipping Away A Gravestone Poem by Andrew Lee

The gravestones for the Prime Ministers and Presidents seem to differ,

as if there's some divide between the rich and the poor,

between the powerful and the oppressed.

But don't worry. Please tell the Prime Minister,

he too will be gone soon,

akin to so many Generals and Emperors gone

in the past thousand years.

They did not reach the age of hundred.

And in the Death's region, time doesn't matter.

He will have time enough to learn,

how to change the sneers in his heart

into a big-hearted haiku.