The Sickle Man

No one beats the sickle man

roaming the land with his masterplan.

As you live so shall you die

no matter how lowly or how high.

Remember when a great man passes,

a million died in the other classes.

Their loss we don’t seem to mourn;

is it because they were lowly born?

Or because they never climbed on high;

they simply live and then they die.

Life’s cycle lays the whole world flat;

a dead man’s dead and that is that.

Don’t beat breasts for a famous man

for his death is the same in the plan

as a lowly beggar on some back street

dying beneath the tramping feet

Of the working classes in daily toil.

Both will be equal in the soil

absolved of all of their life’s sin

the Earth will take their spirit’s in.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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3 Responses to The Sickle Man

  1. kellie@writingmoment says:

    Great written poem! So true too 🙂

  2. Wanted to leave a response about the CAT theory but I can’t figure out how so I’ll do it here. As a nurse I know that communicating in a way that the other person can understand and relate with is central to effective communication.

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