There Was a Man

In the eyes of another Your presence floats A memory belongs to short-termed Whether you were killed or survived Nothing significant Blue fingers Sad and wicked All there is to know Is dead and lifeless What punishment shall be sentenced to the wrong doers? Executed? Mutilated? Burn? Or simply just act as if it was an accident and be free? Death, definitely is the easier way Cry him a river And so I shall because I know He was a great man Worth mentioning, no, he is to cry for, he is to die for The dead were once a person Until the fated moment that God has decided Waving our hands for goodbyes Though our hearts, clouds angry, hatred and bereavement