The Mob Will Not Weep

People die every day

Most are old and infirm

Not that much left to say

When one lives a full term

Others do stupid things

Going out on a limb

Flying on prayerless wings

Caution thrown to the wind

And the mob will not weep

For their sudden demise

Spewing hate on the cheap

Grimness in thin disguise

Turning ruthlessly cruel

Karma dourly begrudged

Disregarding the rule

Judge not lest ye be judged

And the mob will not weep

For loved ones' deep sorrow

They are in way too deep

With trouble to borrow