Hail Thee Poem by Friday Dejavu

He wakes and thank no gods,
In his hands his soul he claims.
Freedom he claims to have,
But his will is chain in cave.
The widows he devour,
Virgins, are his night meal.
Fame is his pride,
But in fear he trade.
Integrity he despise,
Wealth is at any price,
Life he claims to explore,
But his smiles is only a lore.
He listens to no one,
Begs no mortal or deities.
Experience he claims to gain,
But his spirit suffer in pain.
The poor he oppress,
Pride is his shopping address,
Self made he claims to be,
But loneliness torment his soul.
Eternity is vain talk,
Who set the standard he boast,
His rights he claims to know
But death he fear to call.
Who would save this great hero?
For he now amount to zero
This life is borrow!
He exclaimed as death draws near.