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Deaths Quota
The flowers all have scattered,
borrowed feelings cry out loud
Mock funeral of celebration,
grief false beneath their shrouds
The mourning congregation,
to the tavern marched in step
A ruse to the departed,
with each toast his memory wept
His friends then hugged his enemies,
his wife and girlfriend kissed
Through the glass a raven watches,
taking names without a miss
A ‘last call' shouted boldly,
and all glasses drained of lies
As two wings beat out a roll call
-death's quota flying high
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
borrowed feelings cry out loud
Mock funeral of celebration,
grief false beneath their shrouds
The mourning congregation,
to the tavern marched in step
A ruse to the departed,
with each toast his memory wept
His friends then hugged his enemies,
his wife and girlfriend kissed
Through the glass a raven watches,
taking names without a miss
A ‘last call' shouted boldly,
and all glasses drained of lies
As two wings beat out a roll call
-death's quota flying high
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
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Deaths Quota
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