Pallbearers

Pallbearers filled the bus Off to funerals in an angry rush It’s the wicked; they say who have no peace That’s why the Pallbearers get their release They chose to capture all these kind Stifling fear often & following blind Praising their maker for the coffee they get For it keeps them alive and physically fit Gravestones etched and set aside For those of them who fought and died I suggest we find away To corral the ones who have been led astray Our focal point has been defaced By all the ones who claimed disgrace Let’s satisfy their wants and greed By doling out just what they need When tyrannical freedom tries earning its place It’s the Pallbearers who will be leading the chase So, lock them again in their pristine sleeping cells Then pray they don’t remember their path out of hell