A small grey stone
Says, don’t step here
Reverence for the unknown?
Perhaps just for humanity
The figments lying inside
Were part of human life
They might have made up
A tall man or a pretty woman
Did they speak the language
Of the hills or of the valleys?
Was he of the jungle tribe?
Was she a noble princess?
Was she a citizen of the far-east?
Was he a merchant from the south?
Which God and Goddess did he worship?
Did she believe in reincarnation?
The answers to any do not matter
No one steps on unmarked graves
But, these answers and marks
Make us hate and kill the living
Oh the strange mystical irony
Not the sacred human life, but
An unmarked tombstone unites us!
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I liked the last line specially…. That the tombstone unites us and not the human life… Good one Altamish!
mystical! how are you?