We Shall Return With Zilch

Believe it or not The Parson is right We shall return with zeroes Many zeroes. Let's be Heroes For and to the world. Let's not be selfish Because we shall return with zilch With nada, mit nichts, perhaps with empty zeroes Which mean nothing. Let's pause To think. Let's be wise and humble Love is essential. When the trees tremble And fall; when the ground shakes and burns When the soil slithers and slides, the world yearns For peace, sympathy, compassion, and love. With nothing We shall return, just like we came on earth with nothing The sky will always stare at us, as we raise our head Heaven will remain at the same distance And we shall leave alone, with nothing, with no bed No castle, no money, no power and no incense Believe it or not We will be blessed to be in a wee lot After the soul departs And the ash rots Believe it or not The Poet is right. P.S. This poem is dedicated to the kings of the world. Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.