AFTER AM GONE...
After I am gone
You will miss me so
There will be emptiness
But don't worry much
Because when I was present
You looked at me with scorn
Hatred from your being
Fought me and you felt defeat
When I stood to speak
Turned to your neighbor in whispers then chuckled
Your gossip ate my surviving character alive in vain
On my burial given chance to speak
You will paint and pamper me
Your conscience calling you a moron
Speak the truth I can't stand lies
After my demise give me credits
Call me a hero and honourable
Plastic brush it off your lips
It is tasteless to my dead ears
A spade is not a big spoon
If I was a thief call me one....
Then my ears will die in peace
Then I will be gone.....
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