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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Πerd ambrosic
... she feeds from the juice that is my wits My lead, her cue..the wisdom of the gods On her bosom I draft my lazy tombstone Unapologetic i...
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The world goes into slumber as i struggle to for a fortune age aint as they say a number And luck has no perfume A life full of burden...
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Y es, she says in her goddess tone, as she did the first day. As the wind blew the hem of her cloth envious of the sand Beneath her feet, ...
You have a way with words Sucre!
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...gracias
ReplyDeleteBeautiful words for a sombre piece.
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