Mocking the Dead

Mocking the dead, is that a thing? How many ways can one be disrespecting? Laws that cause offenders to be free? Rape kits that exist only to be not breached. Little lies and big divides of right and wrong genocide. Our forefathers could not ever predict We would be as disrespectful as this. Ancestors bones surely roll like river As the wicked become powerful while weak lips quiver Fowl language and worse ethics morale and actions Political powers that endorse for private satisfaction. Mocking the dead what about the little kids Who inherit the earth in the shape of it We enjoyed youth clean air and water And dirty it up for son and daughter. Looking back only with limited views Erasing the truth of ill will and abuse A country started by taking from the natives Blended into a melting pot of many races Mocking the dead playing music head like fiddler Warming the red bed of fire for Hitler Are we so pompous we can never admit faults Until it is too late and we too are lost? Written 9/21/23 For Mocking The Dead Contest Sponsor Silent One