Tuesday 15 May 2012

Leave death's wealth


He raised his hat

Picked his umbrella

Shook the dust of his feet

He smiled at the sun

And briskly walked out healthy as apples

Before him, the people watched in awe

A paper was brought out

A will was read

Yes he is gone

Dead and gone

He’s left a house with us

He’s left some cars

More unimaginable money

A fleet of sheep

Lands all over

Now, let us spend and merry

Yes he’s gone

Dead and gone

We may tear our pants

Remove our bras

Dance naked

Yet share the dead’s belongings

Only because he is dead

Dead and gone

We may argue

Hurt each other

Kill each other eventually

Remove our brains

Act senselessly

The reason being wealth from a source

The source being a dead man’s pocket

Lets now remember

We’ll die too

And yes, we shall be but dead and gone

Dead and gone without wealth

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