By: Cedric McClester

We know where the bones are buried
Of all of the deceased
Killed in wars and other carnage
Now that they rest in peace
No good deed will go unpunished
This we know for sure
Karmas always finds a way
Of evening up the score

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

We don’t care about the planet
That sustains our lives
We take from it like we're bandits
Until the day arrives
When the bill is tabulated
And not one of us survives
Not our sons and daughters
Or our precious pretty wives

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

Every problem has a solution
From all that I’ve been told
If we dig a little deeper
The answers will unfold

We have only ourselves to blame
For the bloodletting we see
Examine how we’ve lived our lives
And it’s no mystery
That there’s turmoil and confusion
Check out our history
And just to put it succinctly
It’s been quite blistery

We know where the bones are buried
Just beneath the surface
So the question we must ask ourselves
Is do our lives have purpose

We know where the bones are buried
Of all of the deceased
Killed in wars and other carnage
Now that they rest in peace
No good deed will go unpunished
This we know for sure
Karmas always finds a way
Of evening up the score

(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.