ALL THINGS ARE BORN TO LIVE AND DIE
All things are born to live and die,
Bloom and whither and then decay,
Plant their seeds that by and by,
Their germinations all rot away.
All things must eat and drink and pee,
To compete with the viruses and germs,
In a constant struggle to be free,
But they never defeat the hardy worms.
For life is a cycle and death brings life,
Trees grow tall from blood and bone,
In every soul there resides some strife,
That true history has always clearly shown.
Then what is war for those not dead,
If not the chart for the way ahead.