Tradition
Good men go first,
Bad men stay ahead.
Never had I dream to become the dirt,
But then, all know about the End.
It is a good day for good men to depart,
The rest will stay for another deed.
But little knows how the Goods' trust,
The last they saw was the Rests' deed.
"Hope to see you on the other side,
The Rests will be embraced by the End."
These are the last words from the Goods,
A curse for the living dead.
edited-1/6/2020
Copyright © Luqman Samin | Year Posted 2019
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