Let Them Be Coal
Let the dying be coal for fuel. Soil, be factory.
Earthquake, when it yawns, is good burial master.
Trees, animals, humans and insects- happily go.
Time and again humans wear ugly faces
Hired mourners dance funeral dirges for cash
Ears and mouths suffer traffic- jams of rumors
Mind no business; celebrate death of the dying
Boast and sing Hosanna. Give morale to them.
Evermore there shall be fuel for warmth, cooking
Cholera, wars, floods when they come, be happy
On earth we‘re too many alive; Mother earth’s crying
Accept the yawning nature as sweet gift to the world
Lots of population is lots of trouble. Let others go.
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