A Rich Man's Funeral Poem by Charles Karia

Arrivals are many, to mark the end of an era,
Round the country side, the car sirens roar,
In the eulogy book, there fills praise graffiti;
Creatively written,in grammar so exotic,
Helping cloak smell, of evil masked in myrrh.
May the good lord forget, his sins big and slim,
All the crafty corruption, from here to the sea.
None knows the destination, of the boxed man,
Since he had a wife, plus many a mistress,
Funeral rites nowdone, with solemn grief,
Unless in remorse, he repented in the ICU.
No religiouscomedy,however piously given.
Even if the costly box,was cleansed with fire,
Reverses not the wicked, deeds of our elder,
Aren't we all here for a sad religious drama?