Of the Cemetery and of the Graveyard

Gather 'round, young ones, and heed my words, The truth has been consumed, its head submerged, To depths far from light. Recall, just a few market days past, It was shrouded in shadows, veiled by lies that would forever last. For most of the living you see, have perfected the art, Of twisting reality, of bias that distorts the heart. Disguising traps as breakthroughs, so scary. Dictating paths for others' children's feet, And swearing oaths that seal their fate, so discreet. For theirs is the cemetery, And ours the graveyard. Binding futures with words that cannot be undone, And claiming power over lives that have just begun. Thinking if they're buried in the cemetery, they'll be better off than us of the graveyard, Where trees loom thick, and diggers tread barefoot, with hearts that are hardened. But eternity is long, long for it. Today's presence speaks of yesterday's absence. Do not be deceived and do not be amused. We shall be equal in bones and then dust. Whether of the cemetery or of the graveyard.