Do not, I say stand here in judgement of my life,
it is not you who has the privilege to rule
you may approach me in the darkness with a knife
and plunge your dagger through my heart, I be the fool.

Yes, I admit, there is convention to uphold,
no citizen may fail to tend the plants,
no renegade is welcome here, he may be bold
and sing his hippie songs and silly chants.

But listen folks, and listen well and good,
we shall not waver in our course for it is right,
there is a ghost who wears a scythe and a black hood
he comes to reap fresh human blood deep in the night.

We have a bond that neither man nor god can break
tis Nature's way to guarantee her games of chance
and in our morning when we touch, still half awake
a beaming smile just follows easily the first glance

Herbert Nehrlich

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/was-there-something-better-out-there/