Bury Seeds, Not People

It seems the world is coming to an end.
The way man dies like he was an insect.
And buried in mass like he was no Beeing.

Slaughtered are the prophets that God did send.
Was it designed by life’s own architect?
His creations die like he was not seeing.

War has begun but there’s no one to fend.
For the voters are killed by the elect.
And natives of the land always fleeing.

Death is a norm now, or do we pretend?
“Love your neighbours as yourself” we neglect.
Living life like there was no supreme being.

Wake up from your slumber. Wake up from sleep.
or open your eyes and be six feet deep.

Younglan