Mocking the Dead

Living is mocking the dead, To dance while they rot instead, Each breath that we take Is a slap in the face Cause living is mocking the dead. Living is such a conundrum, Every human that lives is a flawed one, And we hardly deserve Our time on this earth So living is mocking the dead. As the dead rest their bones in their caskets, They are woken by the living’s loud racket, And our machines scream And we don’t stop to dream And living is mocking the dead. Because we live so we don’t have to die, From cold bony fingers we pry, Each gem and each Jewel Bones make great fossil fuel The living are mocking the dead. We talk of the dead in hushed voices, We secretly judge all their choices, And the lessons we learn We work hard to unturn Living is mocking the dead.