On Death by John Keats (1814)

A country should not set it's military on its people, and certainly not for revenge or vanity. But sadly and very unfortunately, that is where we are right now. On Death 1. Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? The transient pleasures as a vision seem, And yet we think the greatest pain's to die. 2. How strange it is that man on earth should roam, And lead a life of woe, but not forsake His rugged path; nor dare he view alone His future doom which is but to awake.