THE GRAVEYARDS

The clouds hung all over the grave yard,

In this place full of coffins,

All bodies lay straight forward.

No matter what was your crime,

No matter how much you served the shrine.

In the end you'll always be dug up and laid in the mine.

In the graveyard they sleep together,

No matter what their religion and what their crime,

It's us the living human who draws the dividing line.

In this silent might, the moon gives a gleam of light

And makes the graveyard all bright.

Still we can't figure who is who

Whether that would be a cop or coupe.

The silent is the witness that they are all gone,

No matter how much commotion was in their life,

Now their corpse is left all alone,

It's funny to think that they are the most discipline,

But we can't do the same as they,

That's what we should think.

Don't you think we should have a remorse

On a fact very much morose,

That by a dead body discipline is much described

No matter how they died.

It's weird to think that most of population

Ever lived is gone, we are the one standing alone.

No matter what motive they led

They all together now lay in peace

Inside the earthen bed.