Burial Poem by Ragy Sandid

Today we bury the dead
But I promise we'll not meet again
Of course you don't believe what I said
We'll meet. But when?

Today others die
But not us, we'll thrive
We won't do like others and lie
We'll survive

Survive we will our siblings
When go they must before us
We'll watch age take its nibbling
We know what's in store for us

We think we know the truth
Because truth is in numbers
We overbore the same in youth
But we can't take it in slumber

A memory floats like a cloud
Symbol of summer or a rainstorm
Tears manifest memories ploughed
With a smile to sooth the storm

Now the numbers theory diminishes
There's only one after three or four
All human count somehow finishes
Those who craved for less, crave for more

Today we bury the dead
The best part of ourselves alive
We followed the life they led
Which pride? To dive or survive?