Please, Force Not Me To Grieve Poem by Tengre Asasiun Gurun Tengre

Please, force not me to grieve,
And leave me to weep when I feel like to weep.
They're turning on the funeral music to grieve
And try to raise the people's mind the cheap
Sympathy, for the unanimous funeral ritual.
But only for their power, the grief is habitual.

Please, force not me to believe
Your words which are not proved or without the basis.
The parrots in the broacast recite to relieve
The doubts for the thieves trying to escape the crisis.
It's habitual to them 'cause they're the liars,
And knowing the legal nodes as the lawyers.