Can you turn on a dime?

Of course you can but what

If you have two dimes

In you eyes and silently put

Inside long and convenient

Box made from oak and

Painted in colors of sorrow

And ready to be carried

Out in peaceful procession

With everyone down

In prayers and thoughts

About those you left behind

To take care of themselves

Or starve to death on the

Streets of so unfriendly town

Where nobody cares

Even crowd shuts its mouth

Breaking the oath to the future

That will be buried

In the nearest ground on a cemetery

In one row with all who

Fell in the fight against the time.

Still they’re not only happy,

But even feel alive around

Of those who are above the ground

It’s Halloween