To live is not a must
To die is also of choice
Die now and in your pit rust
ThenI’m sure you have no voice
Children chanting on the street
Parent making their day grey
Fellows moving as in a cage
Others no statement meet
Mourning, weeping and sorrow brings
Nostalgia takes hold of all the rest
Dirge choruses the femalessings
Women to console at their very best
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