In my death the light I see your world shan't!
Yet, that unsung dirge I can hear you chant
Disturbing my reposing soul at rest
Which alive you made subject of arrest;
Its crime? A choice of a path unwanted
Straight with merciless greed in you loaded.
You may have me buried physically
This to you I have done spiritually
And shan't with you flex muscles to show off
When you and your tag are not worth a slough
In my society, your place is in jail
Unknown to you perjury invites no bail.
12/15/2009
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