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I was told to write this piece For one who has lived a pure life But what is the point of celebrating the dead If the living have been forgotten The children who are born to starvation Born into the war The women who are beaten By their own husbands who drink How about the silent samaritan Who’s been selfless all his life Does he not get commemoration How can we ignore their cries Their cries to be heard To be acknowledged To be loved We shall all perish Under our false gratitude of life We will continue to proclaim the dead And leave the living further into the dirt Wondering why the world has come to this When we are just too prideful to open our eyes When we set aside our ego only then will we will come to see the beauty The beauty of life Only then will we appreciate it And instead of praising those who have passed We will mourn not for their death But cry tears of joy For the wonderful life they’ve lived And maybe Just maybe We may cry that the Earth has lost someone Worth living for
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
Requiem For The Living
I was told to write this piece For one who has lived a pure life But what is the point of celebrating the dead If the living have been forgotten The children who are born to starvation Born into the war The women who are beaten By their own husbands who drink How about the silent samaritan Who’s been selfless all his life Does he not get commemoration How can we ignore their cries Their cries to be heard To be acknowledged To be loved We shall all perish Under our false gratitude of life We will continue to proclaim the dead And leave the living further into the dirt Wondering why the world has come to this When we are just too prideful to open our eyes When we set aside our ego only then will we will come to see the beauty The beauty of life Only then will we appreciate it And instead of praising those who have passed We will mourn not for their death But cry tears of joy For the wonderful life they’ve lived And maybe Just maybe We may cry that the Earth has lost someone Worth living for
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC
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