Posthumous

Posthumous Cries in the town Ruthless to say A posthumous born From southern gay Legs were stopped Gentleman wired Your say for today Hairless palate drawn Towards to meet two eyes No words for comments Because all equal, same play Dears, grow maize for breath North has inflated hand for save You sleep, as usual in sound Because leaders answer in full fledge Forget your children's future Forget yourself for all My town was dug for us to pay No revenge, love affairs of citizens Are you eating food or not! No concern to remember Hospitals' bed are turning at cold grave strongest are traders and representatives To kill you all in this beautiful play. (Corpse's warns)