Sometimes we dig graves for ourselves Then we cry wolf when they start swallowing us Time and time again we go back there Infact we don't even make any effort to stay away We make merriment, ululations and joyful noises We dance and celebrate by the graveside at all hours of the day Then we cry wolf when it swallows us Deliberate recklessness The stench of death we ignore The warning signs blaring The signals loud and deafening We eat, drink and make Merry at the graveside Without a care in the world What consequences?