flowers and funerals

You came to her funeral
and played a sad tune on your guitar,
with strings wielded from lies.
Don’t forget how you burned her like a cigar.

Because you hated her when she was here,
but loved her when she left.
Yes, you put flowers on her grave,
but every petal is proof of theft.

You took her from this world,
it’s the sad and awful truth,
and while you aren’t charged with a crime,
you still abducted her from her youth.

You cannot ask for her forgiveness
when she’s buried six feet in the ground.
You chastised her with your chants,
and then prayed when she could make no sound.

You might as well be the ones
throwing dirt upon her grave.
Because you buried her with your words
and dug her future with your spades.

I hope your guilt can save you
from causing another death,
so think before you speak
because you are the ones that can still take a breath.

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