Memoria Poem by Kevin Maroney

Crows and ravens, through clouds so red,
swoop to claw on corpses dead,
yet so much truth in these dead minds,
to be destroyed and craven, rinds.

Greed and corruption, rampant walk,
as the crows and ravens balk,
they see the deathly gallows of life,
to feel the ropes around their necks in strife.

Dead men tell their tales through their past,
as those who live die so fast.
As we learn from those who've failed,
we add our own lives to those stacked.

The pile grows higher and higher,
as we all go up in smoke and fire.
Yet each time, the circle stays,
for us to continue in the same foul array.

Our teachings to ourselves so worn,
that we ourselves, forever do scorn.