Useless Life….

 

Shhh!! Can’t you hear the some dead and sleeping mate?

There should no sound in reverence bow your head

Say ne’ a word, not whisper to said or spoken

That would awake the mad man soul, now it still open

 

They are seeing if that soul can be captured

So they used it elsewhere,

We all know if join again

From piece of the God own chair

 

So quiet and silence in peace let him be

There should be no noise in sleep let him be

He was troubled soul nothing he had do

One the he people showed him the middle finger, saying Fuck you

 

He lived for others all his life

No joys he cherished for his own people life

No happiness was within his soul

He calm, quiet listening to every command as he was told

 

Working each day, work hard as boss would praise

He collected enough money for old age, just incase

But there was pressure, the obligation, responsibility that was on cue

They demand to fulfill everything but food was every new

 

When his own birthday would come, few gifts he would receive

But never got the love he wanted his family was not he was pleased

But he held on to love them care for them, with hope they would change

When he retired he got more money, for they made him mad to get acclaimed

 

Even his body was not wasted, it came to use

They got a good price for it as experiment apparatus fuse

They said we would bury him, none is to told

We will sent you a letter, the day we have dies or have his soul

 

That poor man neither lived nor dies in peace I say

He still struggling for on the same old death bed

One day the angels would come, take his soul clean

They would take him with them to place quiet and unseen