POEM: Alchemy of Choice

Oh, they sang about the world’s end —
felt it must be around the bend,
but the world, itself, was a stinkin’ lie.

False choices: live free and do or die.
Dying was always one option,
but like birthing or adoption,

choice assumed life and death could be controlled
like alchemists turning lead into gold.

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