A million sad songs may sing
praising gloom doom and despondency
a trillion sad stories may be recorded
of tragedies and disappointments
and the inhumanity of man to mankind
but we know
they are but the soundtrack to the lives
of the depleted soulless ones
searching for what they have lost
when the Eden Paradise in their souls
rotted and decayed
leaving impoverished minds festering
in the mires of vices and ignominy
they are the coreless spineless weakened
shouting in gainless ardour
searching futilely for victims to join their caves
where they tune their sad songs
and script the dirges of their sham lives
cowering in shame and fear
hiding from the exposing light of stark reality
mincing their cadavers into the burgers
that will feed themselves and their offsprings