Blood-soaked bodies lying down
Inspired by the love for the undead,
The husband cries again and again, his life
Destroyed by death. The children scream in unison
“We love you mother” but their voices drowned in an instant,
As if they could be heard.
Alas life is a tragedy, lived by those blessed with money,
Suffered by those without. “Let us bury our mother” they said
Throwing the cents they possessed,
This is too little they heard,
Lo we shall join her instead.