Conflicts rampant in the world,
musty tombs fill quickly; tales,
rhymes of the times, repeat of
ancient crimes. Vanity, regret,
no joy, plagues fester from hate;
fools come in the night, rob virgins
of their innocent light; children
unable to live their lives. Women
fair in looks, proud, hear their
laughter, jaded, men chase after!
The aged they smile, sing a little
ditty, old and forgotten…what a
pity. Moralized and wise, sneer as
you may, their looks have faded away.
Their life of treasures lay in wait for
the vultures; respect the elderly…lost
in future culture. Marble slabs rolled
back, the open earth consumes, fear,
death and then the tomb.