Under the soil
where his body
peacefully rests,
the men from above
Threw his ashes
Whispers to hell
how Dare they say
without him, Hurray!
The evil is dead
yet they do not know
He ate their demons away
Under the soil
where his body eagerly waits,
the wars he had won
are fought once more
He wonders though
why history haunts them again
learn, We did not
Voices were heard
but ears like butts are closed
minds like legs are narrow
eyes are blurred like future
A future blurred means empty and none
Under the soil where our bodies will end,
their whispers I hear
I will always forget
as vengeance is for life
Peace is for death
and I won't comprehend
If they keep on misunderstanding
Let them be in Heaven
Greet them with songs and trumpets
and after that,
I'll kick their heads,
beat them up,
curse them!
Make them feel
what they
didn't as they had lived
©The Pink Merman
September 26, 2015
9:05 AM
Pacific-Atlantis Mermen Journal
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