A DEAD MAN'S LULLABY: DEDICATED TO THOSE GONE, GOING AND SOON TO BE GONE.

Sleep on, oh silent one! for you have earned the right to sleep in peace.

you came, you saw, shook your head, wiped your tears and departed, for the overpowering presence of evil in this world crushes the will as well as the spirit.

Sleep on in the embrace of immortality and let the nostalgia of your mortality be your grave enemy.

Sleep on, for life is even worse than you left it , humans are still partly human and more beast, they wonder the earth as vultures who feed off the flesh of their own kind.

The poor and weak are still being stripped of  human dignity and hope still remains the only comforter of the hopeless. Ignorance, diseases and famine still ravage  third world nations like plagues and the western world has found embracing insanity a new sport in which gay rights and bestiality jointly take the gold medal. The general atmosphere has been infused with something strong, something so corrosive that it has gradually washed away the once strong moral fabric of the human society and numbed mortal consciousness to unbelievable absurdity.

The vile still eat the bread of wickedness and drink the wine of violence, the drums of war are ever rolling and the hands that beat them, ever stronger. He that forged the sword of destruction worketh night and day without sleep or slumber; with the skill of a master craftsman, he that smooth the anvil did beat confusion into fine steel, ready to bring damnation to the children of fools.

Sleep on, oh silent one! for the kingdom of light and darkness are at an unending struggle for unwary souls. Mosques, churches, temples and shrines have quadrupled in number and welfaring charlatans have fattened their pockets by creating more false gods so that they may prey upon the fears of the faithless. They go on the prowl for weak minded bigots.

Sleep on, for the politicians have become more crooked and desperate, they have perfected the art of deceit and wear dishonesty like an apparel of fine linen. we have come to an era where the deceived  willingly sign up for deceit, for two can play the game of lies but the loser suffers the bitterness of hard bondage.

Men have come to despise knowledge, the schools happened, and "common sense" became "not so common". We have began to see who we are through the eyes of the blind and our story is now told by the dumb. Culture and identity is lost and self deceit has become the bridge between the "haves" and the "have nots". The Brazilian hair is the bridge between African lady and the Western lady, while the heat of Miami Florida is the bridge between a pale skin and a dark one.

I do not know where u are oh dead one, are u far beyond the pearly gates or are you roaming the bowels of hell?

Do u wake up to the sweet smell of saints and angels or is it the cry of embattled dissidents that jug your consciousness?

Is your head adorned by the promised crown  of stars or is it the burning fury of a fiery whip that scars your bonny backside?

Are you in peace or is your soul grimly tormented? Whatever the case may be, do sleep on, for your work here is done.