Only say

‌Say, I were not here tomorrow,

Would they envelope my memories with all the sorrow.

Or still be fine,

And miss me like a non existent valentine.

Then would dawn upon them another day, 

While I, there, would hit a totally different hay.

Calm, serene, maybe unusually quiet,

Maybe I could relax, or would probably just fight.

Hence would set upon them a similar night,

With the dark moon and no stars in sight.

I, sure, would wave back to them, not really late,

Still wouldn't have anyone to reciprocate??

Really wouldn't know if life was really what it took,

Or if it was already all jotted down, confined in an unreachable book.

I definitely would one day fix my lens down,

And would, certainly then, do nothing but frown.

Frown upon the practices that would have had changed.

Did it really really take someone to be hanged??

Hanged to death, maybe worse,

Sentenced with a punishment, no less than a curse.

Anyway, it certainly takes a revolution,

To embark upon something new; a new sense of evolution.

I shall anyway again be proud,

Having shown the right path to the emerging crowd.