WHO LOOKS AFTER THE DEAD?

Mama, who looks after the dead when they´re gone?

With no one to care, nobody to sing them sweet song,

With bats black swooping, the cold & the lowly worm,

Caressed by frost´s fingers, making them cringe & squirm.

 

Mama, the dead have no loved ones, to cosset them & care,

Are they trapped in inferno & within demon´s deep dark lair?

Are they haunted by serpents, lizards & poisonous red geckos?

Are they surrounded by flocks of daunting & darkened echoes?

 

Child, all the dead are well looked after & cared for by many,

By Angels with silken wings & hair of bright & golden pennies,

By all Gods, Goddesses & Saints, of all the past & olden times,

And by spirits who are good, who will upon them, always shine.

 

Child, the Ancestors will always be, besides them, to softly tread,

And God Himself always stands, behind their sweet gone heads,

But remember my little one, it´s within your memory´s keeping,

To protect your dead loved ones, deep within their silent sleeping.