Burnt Bodies Poor, worn out souls, Working for their very own Dangers that only seem distantly, Pursuing relentlessly- Amateurs, they work laborously, Cheaply they are paid, Uncautiously… they do not care; Then came the jolt - sparks In the blink of a second Three men and a boy are on fire- From sixth storey two fell to the ground Then the third fell like a burning log, Smoke fill the air - flames extinguished Leaving little sparks everywhere, Scent of burning skin fill the air; The boy is hit by one of the falling man, All injured… how bad? no one knows No one cares, as everyone watch From the big windows of that office building No one say anything, Instead went back to their dwelling; Heartless people! Why is economic so important? To live for a short while! Then die… maybe decently! The sound of sirens stirred the air As paramedic take the bodies away, Like taking steak off a cold grill; After that life was back to normal - As if nothing had happened The burnt out bodies are long gone Inferior - worthless and never to be remembered!Birth sign: Not entered
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