Commercial success sucks!

I walk along a narrow sandy trail between the Hall’s cemetery fence and the great pit below Me not believing that they could expand this quarry to the very edge of this burial ground The place where our ancestors and families carved the land into farms that lay in rest now This is sacred ground I say to myself as I vainly look around for a broken skull or crossbone For there is danger here for what is and has been done to this sacred land of our ancestors Their bare bone monuments remain within a couple of meters of the yawning sand pit hole What about the many too poor to afford a tombstone and lay scattered in the cheap seats? I whisper angrily to the wind if not for the decency of protecting the important spring aquifer Then at least stop the digging and reclaim the land for respect of the dead who rest in peace Ominous signs of a time when commercial success is put ahead of respect for life and death