Libertarium

By Odysseus

The reaper comes for us all,
And is feared by most,
But I welcome that eternal sleep,
For I grow weary of life.

I am already dead,
One who has nothing to lose,
What keeps me going?
I know not

Bar that cause,
To strive for liberty,
A noble deed can yet be performed,
Before I depart from this earth.

That idea
That single thought
At the back of my head
Telling me to carry on

To pick up the hammer of anarchy,
And smash the chains that confine me,
So I can walk down that road,
To liberty, equality and fraternity.