Grave

I am the hole that holds long, lost forgotten souls of the young and the innocent

I am the place where the criminals and drug pushers lie when their deeds catch up to them

I am subject to the tears cried on the dirt that covers me

I am freedom to the gunman held captive by the devil, now released to his true home

Armstrong is meh boy! He does give me real business

I welcome with open arms anyone who visits me

When my name is called in a room the whole place does get quiet

Grave…

De limin spot for all who misbehave and don’t live their life right

Some people like they does try to party by me for spite

And others like to send people unjustifiably to me

But I won’t turn them away

Your body is my buddy

Society is made up so that my dancehall will always be filled to capacity

While politicians smile happily, unaffected, uncaring, unremorseful

They are supporters of my campaign you see “The FOG”

Friends of Grave

I too am not without criticism

I have done my job earnestly

But one thing eludes me

The real plague of this country

You know who I’m talking about

The big guns with the M-O-N-E-Y

They say money can’t buy happiness but apparently it could sustain life

Could keep you free from seeing me for a while

Hahahahaha but for how long?

Are you safe from me or just biding time?

I will search for you, find you and eat you alive

I am Grave

No slave am I

You live in fear, watching over your shoulder  

While my minions are out there lurking, looking for their next victim

The grow colder and colder ever day

A product of their environment they are easily influenced

All it took was a sense of belonging and the promise of quick money to motivate them

Now I’m the massa

When the sun rises I crack my whip and my slaves go to work around the clock

Their job? Distribute drugs, steal, threaten, kidnap and kill  

And my victims are brought to me personally thereafter

I may sound mean but I have a soft side too

I love the smell of fresh flowers :) 

I particularly like white Lilies and Carnations

Don’t I lead an exciting life?  

At least more so than my less popular brother Cremation

Your demise is my validation

The means by which you come to me subject to determination

You will see me eventually

But I’ve cheated the system and increased the odds of how soon

The possibility now amplified

I am Grave and just as serious