Born At Death
‘Born at death! ' Hark! the piercing cry of freedom.
Emancipation from the restrictive bonds of the womb of life,
A devious, dark hole of exhausting responsibilities,
Social arrogance and moral instability.
Man, an innocuous, insignificant, weightless thistledown,
Blown in every possible direction of desire,
Driven along the narrow by-lanes of hope,
Carried down the dark, meandering river of destiny,
Panting up the steep, rough hillock of endeavour,