How short a time we mould our universe
We learn to walk, to talk and then to curse.
We pass exams,or fail l,and get a life
Any one must work and have mate
Then we age and one day we are late
We must submit though often we deny.
The time we are a boss is very short.
Then then things slip away, and in gods net we’re caugh
But while we are alive we can’t despair
For always there is nature.love and fear
In the end we fade away to death
Happy to be childish as God laughs
Ante mortem let us trust
For in the grave we turn to dust
Yet in life the poor are cursed
Our treatment post mortem is just.
The worms and beetles care no more
For the rich than for the poor.
They are happy to devour
Bankers,despots,every hour.
Ante mortem, greed does win
Houses built of gold and sin
But God,who lives in each within,
Cares no more for gold thann tin
If post mortem we are judged
Why does the rich person grudge?
Why do we refuse to budge
Up until the final nudge?
Throw away your heavy goods
Live like daisies by the woods..
Fear not hurricane nor floods
As daises grow even in mud.
More dependent on all power
We trust in madmen’s city towers.
Yet God told us to live like flowers…
To enjoy life for an hour.
Perception is no privilege.
We each have the wits to judge.
See and note where you have smudged
What your creation would allege.
Post and ante, even now
The currents of our hearts allow…
The inner sea which has its flow
To take us where we need to go
O happy worm that of my flesh might eat
When after death I lie in deep in the earth
My bosom,hands and eyes become your meat
You have no sun as you enjoy your feast
And none is chosen as we were at birth
O happy worm that of my flesh might eat
All of us are equal in defeat
None are high or low , what are we worth?
My brain,my hands,my eyes become worms’ meat
In the soil, we rest in comfort sweet
Let us all be blessed,God make no curse
You made the happy worms who will us eat
O remember the deep ash from Auschwitz’ heat
The little children killed without Kaddish
Those hearts ,those hands, those eyes no worm could eat
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Why should we be satisfied by wish
When people burn or starve beside our dish
O Godly worm that of my flesh might eat
Let my very self become your meat
How my heart sings 