Memories

Great and weak men have existed Sometimes their memories are bleak Other times their memories live on After the passing away of mortals We only have memories left Memories of their deeds And the life they lived Houses even cry when great men die Inanimate objects often wear the toga of sadness when great men pass There houses and places of abode weep too The place of great men in the afterlife is great Taking a glance at the wicked They live wretchedly And pass away like animals People rejoice when they have gone No one misses them The places where they once lived as homes Become desolate Sometimes it becomes the abode of demented people Their descendants wear long drawn faces For they immediately start reaping What their fathers sowed It is sad Very sad Indeed sad Weeping and wailing is so loud and great in their homes when they pass For we know there is no peace for the wicked Saith the Lord