Until yesterday person of repute
this afternoon lying motionless
in the freezer box
amidst decibels of various pitches
some silent sobbing too
Calls pour, sorry followed by What time is the cremation?
Mourning numbers with solemn faces,
presence known never to show face
except if he is a Creditor.
Home fills with relatives -
thoughtless spongers with ulterior motives.
Free food, boarding and lodging
Someone's loss, they're enjoying
Period of mourning followed by ceremonies
Pundit takes his pound of flesh for
Passport to Heaven!
He is entitled too,
when doctors prove to be
Callous mercenaries.
After the devastation
house comes to calm
No one around, to the bereaved it is balm...
As for the free loaders, they wait for the conch, another bait.
