A Second Death

I see them all from up above so high,
As they wait for me to come and take them away when they die,
Some young, some old, some weary some cold,
Sleeping on cots or dragging heels around the corner, or putting assignments on hold.
I think they wait for a perfect time, as do I,
To settle-without-belongings here, up above so high.

Some are hardworking and always punctual,
Some are always free, they keep spitting and later curse me for being so cruel.
Idiots they are, bloody pessimists, they had nothing to do when they were alive,
Just after they die, they suddenly want to prove that they had a life.
They would like to take up my bookkeeping chores,
Down on the earth, they were busy searching whores.

Those who die in accidents, where I had gone to collect other lifed-but-lifeless beings,
Sit calmly in a corner, like placed things.
Women- they never improve, they never change,
Even when I separate them from their talkative neighbours; here in the heavens they make a new range.
Sometimes I have to descend down to the gutters of hell,
To see those swines who remain a nuisance even after their souls fell.

Some want promotions on the basis of their behaviour,
"Please remove your doubts," I make them clear.
Idiots, of course they are, to demand promotions in hell,
For all their lives they just ate and swell.
They constantly give me news of their idle foes,
And ask me to bring them here- head to toes.

Envious they are all, mean and treacherous,
Black-hearted, black-tongued, black-faced and hairless,
I keep them in cages, tied and confined to avoid any conflict,
Some I kill a second time and lable extinct.
But curious they are, and ambitious too,
To heaven they want to fly; bloody swines without a clue.

Tonight I am calling them all for a false orientation,
To describe what heaven is and record their last reaction.
'Sow seeds and reap the harvest,' has long been the rule of their earth,
Tonight as they come, I'll wait to mop away their dirt.
For what they fools anticipate as an orientation, is going to be a mass execution.
To turn hell just as calm as heaven, I'll suppress them again for this reason.