I Was Here

This land is our land this land is your land

the greatest melting pot of citizens since Rome

is just a laboratory of vats stuffed with rats

floating in the stew of equality and self assurance

scratching tallies in the case for each passing day

just to grasp the passage of time

just to etch away the message “I was here”

I was here

what does it matter

sure you were here

here among the billions of others

why are you special

you die like everyone else

you ask the same questions

as the light draws away from your eyes

the final crescendo at the end of life

the point at the end of each crescendo

the light at the bottom of the ocean

or perhaps the dark at the bottom of the light

the final wish to be remembered

immortality in culture

ironically the way they describe lab grown cancer

the festering growth of malignant cells

a tax upon society it is to be remembered

the weight of thought at all times

to be remembered or to be forgot

the final question

to echo the words I was here

or to fade away

to be or not to be