In death we do no wrong
To the remainders
Who smoke of our benevolence
Silver polished personality
Compassion comparable to Mother Teresa
Refined like sugar
“He never said a bad word about anyone.”
They left out that he was a son of a bitch
Taking hold of our earnings
Leaving us stranded
Why must we immortalize the immoral
He will live up to his laud
Posthumously
More alive when dead
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Category: Reflection
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Katie this is a most interesting reflection in poetic form where people have two sides one that we remember good or bad. Well done my friend
Thank you for taking the time to read and your generous words.
You are most welcome Katie
This is great. Helps ease the pain I suffer on hearing all those bull shit eulogies...
Yes!
Yes, we must say 'nice' things, smiling sweetly, etc. Doh! I suppose it comes under 'Not speaking ill of the dead'. Of course, no one actually says 'He was a waste of space; the world's better now without him!'
Nicely done. Your poem serves as a reminder to scrutinize the narratives constructed around those who have passed away.
Fine words Katie and so true.
Andy
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