Auguries of Demise By Palmer How does the loss of life remind The heathens to all pray? How often does it come to mind That your life will end one day? How many others do think the same When they see the beggars weep? Or how about the women in shame Who live their lives to sleep? What about the philospher Who rejects the blatant truth? Or the oaf who sells his coffer To learn of things uncouth? How about the wars that emerge Which leave the meadows bare? Or the wealthy barons that spend and splurge And keep no coins to spare? What about the noble trust That is later soon denied? Or the adoration meant to rust To find another bride? How about the vanity Of the girl who basks in splendor? Or the man who has lost his sanity And declines his only gender? What about the callous men Who steal to sniff Cocaine? Or the pretentious priests that say "Amen!" And delight in things profane? How about the witless fool Who condemns through plain complexion? Or the man who cannot use a tool To tell the right direction? What about the pestilence That takes a million lives? Or the Being of omnipotence Whose tomorrow soon arrives? How do these things awaken Of what their fate might be? These lives are all forsaken And their deathbed they shall see.