Coffin

Built with the measurement of The Alive For those once here but no longer thrive; One J saw for a dog that didn’t ask for interment And it was some lavish entertainment! In the past, bamboos strung into a box For some innocent guy or consummate fox! A wiring round it of raffia fiber It’s eventual occupier, The Subscriber… Easily costs more than other carpentry, Often hesitantly purchased by The Peasantry: Usually, when seller has jacked up the price, From the bereaved buyer wanting to gain thrice, …Because now he’s still choking with grief Preferably wanting bargains to be brief… In recent times, no longer feared Not by even the kids now reared, Many of it on commercial display Seeming a big toy for a little play. Rolls tears down cheeks only in tragic context And only then, a sorrowful river shorn of pretext Authentic scenes of on lookers Mortification, As, it buoys a man of peculiar qualification Or that of lower integrity Who had spent a fortune on his infirmity… Now more than ever a political tool, Supposedly delivering popular opinion pool; Easily foreshadowing the disgrace of a rival party And it’s members advising to stop feeling hearty, The customary motive, Electoral comedy Still sometimes unleashing evils defying remedy.