The Crematorium

In the village stood a grand crematorium,

All rich and mighty peoples mortal remains found in the clay

Enmity today, consumed by their own fire,

Two brothers in the fields, now ashes dire.

They protected delicate body from heat code and rain

Huge fire produced at crematorium to turn them into the ashes

Boasting of winning two notes, the world they fooled

Their Pride went to the dust by the times go on

Big celebrities live dream always in the crowd of fans

Turned to ashes, as the wheel of times move on

Mounted on elephants, they rode in regal sway,

Great kings, now returned to the earth's clay.

Understand, my beloved the true value of life,

They all become the waves of fire who always enjoy luxurious life on their bed