Sunday, 19 February 2017

the burial


    rest in peace they say
as the casket soaks in soil
yet for ourselves we never pray
leting our paths to spoil

In cars we show up in style
love and good will we claim
history builds in a dirty pile
in hypocrisy we remain the same

weary faces dorn the locals
the visitors in flashy style
all cosmetic and sly vocal
the locals,shovel soil in style

tablet, phone photo selfie
allergic to dirt we shy away
the lasses sit in a bevy
as the dead we love slip away

the burial i'd love aint one
a show of our class ill hate
effort for my sins to atone
only then ill rest in peace


       moment of silence


                                     #plsucre

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