The Death-crier's Gong

Ko! Ko! Ko!
The death-crier’s gong goes
Signaling the beginning of his end
His end arriving before his beginning

They say he was on a race
A race many said he had won
But he lost the race against death
And so all of his races must end

He used to vociferously shout “A”
Take a pause, then add a strident “P”
And then fill his lungs for a shrieking “C”
But those letters could not save him

Smiles grew on some “People’s” faces
Thinking something “Democratic” might happen
And then they posed to throw a “Party”
But the spinning die is yet to put to bed

Blind and arrogant they all are!
Don’t they know that one of them has risen?
Risen to the full glare of his deeds, open and hidden
Does power-greed so enshroud the power of death?

My words and the common man walk by
As ignored stories and arguments flutter by
He cares more for his survival than the man
Until the death-crier gongs for him too