When I Die

When I die no tears will be shed
No one who cares I am dead
It is true no tears will fall
No one hears deaths closing door

In this world of so many people
With their church and steeple
Countless number of beliefs
Each offer blessed reliefs

Yet if you're not one of flock
Pure blooded and holy stock
They care not for likes of you
Hallow ground! Not your due

They preach of giving love
Of their God from above
It matters not Religions name
One and all, they are the same

Heed my words, feel my wrath
Kiss my feet, feel my cloth
Not God given commands
Only man spoken demands

Another's blood I will not spill
Of their belief I'll speak no ill
My God gives no command
Or from me, does demand

So it is alone this world I face
Set aside by the human race
For I am not like them you see
Cast aside, yet not truly free

What I have I will freely give
What I believe I will truly live
But respect is given to those who take
Those who give, others forsake

When I die no tears will be shed
No one who cares I am dead
It is true no tears will fall
No one hears deaths closing door

Poetry by English poet David King