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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Funeral. |
| Author: | David Evans |
| Date Submitted: | 3/31/2008 |
| Email: | rushton82000@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
These people gather to laugh and cry To fake their remorse and and remember their lies These people I begged to spare my life Scatter like roaches in the dawn of light Even In death I smell the chicken The foods they eat in someone's kitchen When someone dies they want to celebrate To cloak their evil they do not hesitate When a man suffers inside his own mind in ways that torture the sensitive kind People all laugh and don't answer phones Their families forsake them and sit on their bones A lost mind in today's society is for soccer moms, drunks, politicians, the like Not for true uninsured mentally ill for us no one likes We've slept in your doorways and got arrested We've died in cold and no one protested We are the scourge of filth and need to die To please our embarrassed families and societies that don't cry I count all the people whom I have begged for help while the ones in my head continue to yelp Perhaps one day our ill will rise and kill those who scorn us with maggots and flies For we did not ask to be born this way but while we are here in pain we stay Every day we die In droves we cry in boxes nailed tightly closed... |