Dying for Mankind

Rolling, rolling down the river.
Rocking back and Forth with many friends.
Caught in man-spinned web.
Can't stand, can't sit, can't move.
The air reeks of blackness.
Tried moving, but found out my friends,
Are in another world of peace.
My hope dims as I plan to quit.
A soft touches, a small awakening. 
The hopelessness dims to nothing.
Now, I feel happy and proud,
Knowing that, mankind does have a heart.
Now I am ready to die.

By Jay Kirkwood Spring of 1996