A Hero's Funeral Poem by Charles Karia

He was unknown, deserted in life,
He is now a hero, revered in death,
His friends have come, to bluff,
Their crocodile tears, wet the path.

In life he could not, at all access,
The important, carpeted office,
Today they came, down in choppers.
To mourn him,who lived like mice.

The offers are varied, very many;
The coffin, I'll import from Paris,
I will hire today atent, very classy,
So that the hero, in shade rests.

The immoral circus, starts at noon,
The big men, must talk big grammar,
Citing words, of long dead foreign men,
But hoping, to be in the newspaper.