BODY LANGUAGE OF THE DEAD

By DALIP MACCUNE

 It is difficult to understand
 Body language of the dead
 As truth has no beginning
 And lie has no end
 We are with you they pretend
  
 In the political authoritarian game
 Freedom and ideologies they tame
 By pumping bullets; bodies they frame
 Men in uniform get fame
 For ending terrorism’s hate game.
  
 In our paradise
 They have killed the sun
 They have killed the moon
 They have killed humanity
 But say, “We have saved you from doom.”
  
 On existence’s may-day call
 Sky falls
 While children play with dolls
 Life crawls
 And settles within the graveyard walls