Yes We Love Thee, So We Mourn by Alisonomi

Suicide is no option I once strongly thought 

For thus the society made the me that I’m today

But what a devil mean an option for a tormented soul?  

Suicide is only for the weak I went around singing 

Lucky to have not gazed at the eyes of mi(on)ster death 

Or walked in the gnarly paths of they that shared his meal 

Suicide is for the “unspiritual” I heard preachers blast

Till me too had to preach at the funeral of youths once with vision

And who wanted nothing more than to savour their little life in peace

But so was my ego carved by my formation and background 

Detesting they that the unfortunate road reluctantly trudged in chill 

For why should one ever even think of exchange hands with seppuku  

Till I had to face the question that exposed my comfort zone 

When a city that me adopted faced the unfortunate dance 

That entails the damned kicking of buckets and felo de se

At the beginning, I went, as usual, on my knees my pray to say 

Scavenging for the words that my grand mother instilled on me

As religion has an answers to all in the land that me beget

But as the unfortunate and lethal game continues to unfold

I sorted to angst - the primitive emotion of every human folk 

Hating they that joined the dance or let lose the dangling rope  

Till the day I had a call that changed my look on that sepulchral game

When someone on the beauty but beastly bait of the monster 

Broke the jinx and made a reach that rarely to them occurs

The indirect tête-à-tête that thus ensued on that fortunate night  

Brought me to the hall of shame that since childhood me hate 

And there I saw the hanging boots of every brave players passed 

Luckily today, the one that made that last fortunate call 

Walks around with gaiety among the breathing folks

And I’m lucky for I can now give a face to the victims of suicide   

For they are not the weakest among we that populate the mother earth 

Nay, some gather few nerves for it takes adrenaline to jump the damned cord 

But it’s still better to keep on swimming against the tide than to jump the rope 

For though often they think to us, have saved the pains and shame 

They also do forget that they jump with our common history and love too

And though they expose the lassitude of humankind, we mourn, yes we mourn!

Sleep on dear comrades that opt for the shortcut  

Though it is selfish to outsmart the rest of the gang 

But just know you made a wrong call but we still love thee, yes we love thee

Alisonomi, 2019©