The dead are changeless.

Still bodies that lay there untouched,

Left as memories by people they’re survived by. 

The ruthless earth has taken them, never to be returned.

They are just memories,

One day, we will be the same.

Everything we worked for is gone. 

Shattered and lost to the uncanny way of the world.

We all work for nothing.

Work for others, work for change.

Change that disappears with our existence,

As if it was never there at all. 

We live for our resting places to be desecrated. 

I will lie there, years and years more to be disrespected

By the youth that will never know my story.

Not my story, not my ways, and not my faith.

Soon, they will read my eulogy,

Spraying an incantation upon my peers.

Tears will be shed,

Forgetting that it’s not what I wanted.

My wants will be gone,

Just like yours and everyone else.

We live to be left for dead,

Our life is slowly being eroded away.