Live-a poem

Live:
A word the living should know,
But don’t
A word the dead want to know,
But can’t

Live:
A command God gave
That we ignore.
A choice not given to
The common street whore.

Why do we refuse to live?
Why do we insist on playing dead?
Why do we stay on shore,
Safe and secure, clutching the life ring
The drowning world desperately cries for?