DEATH AND PAUPERS An ORIGINAL COLLABORATION

Death and Paupers
by Helena O'Donovan


It's quiet, but very strange,when I ramble through the range
Of the places where loved ones are laid to rest
There's all kinds of pretty things showing,great big urns and things
Adoration to the person laid in death.

You may have some granite stone,Swedish marble to surround
Your photo,cherubs and some statuettes
Yes I have seen the change in the rambling of some graves
There's a snobbery now even with our death

There's no harm in symbolism,but some graves they look like prisons
Keeping in what we know just can't break out
Even dead among the crowd, there's no pockets in a shroud
So enjoy it while your living,spend it proud.

In a hundred years from now,when your line it has died out
Your only light in life is solar powered
From the paupers resting weeds I hear the wee "Tee Hees"
Cos your earthly home's no different then his.

Memorials to the masses has snobbery in the classes,
Lived a lifetime but your choices still remained,
In life you had it all, but when God he makes the call
We're all paupers back to dust is our refrain?

It's quiet and very strange,
in this eerie resting place.
While your history still prevails,
Speak to your loved ones that abide now with God.
While his serenity calms and soothes,
and equality finally rules.

Written by Helena O'Donovan Dublin Ireland
Narrated by Phill Williams Wales
Music by Ken Peters London Ontario Canada
Sound Editing by Tony Kerry England
Video Editing by Russell Harding USA
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