No Good Deed

Bring out your dead

Load them on my cart of deeds

So I can take them to the morgue

Where the surgeon can defile



Bring out your loved

Your carriers of emotion

Your saved and saviors

Your cruel and heartfull



Bring out your children

To be tortured by the critics

For good or for reason

And then taken to their promised land



Bring out your hopeless

And defile then into depravity

And make them lose all sanity

And try to stop them repeating



Bring out your dead

Load them on my cart of deeds

So I can make them alive again

Where they will live in peace

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A view came into my head from the plague times of people shouting "Bring out yer dead" and loading plague victims on a wheelbarrow and carting them off to the fire...

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