White-washed Mansions

There lies richness, glory in your eyes, hey mortal being
There lies happiness, blessing in your eyes, hey wicked being
There lies solace, comfort of life in your eyes, hey stupid being
There lies holiness, immortality in your eyes, hey illitrate being.

Are those drop-dead mansions making you sad?
Are they making you think, you are demeaned on earth?
Your thoughts, if so, are foolish to be mended.
There, you will never find any glory, as your persective.

In those uninviting huts, you search that real being.
There, on the dirty floor you will find, the real being.
Never, in mansions you will find His real presence,
Be happy, thus, you are not in white-washed mansions..!

Rented tombs

Your name shall be extinct with the day
You are poor, it must be faded.
Those people spent their tears much..
But, in vain, it shall not keep his memory!

They have no richness, but tears much.
Fools! they won't save his memory here.
He can rest their a year, then his bones will be thrown away.
And those tears-rich fools find no traces in churchyard.

They shall then find huge, well decorated tombs around.
To tease at their poverty-eaten one year tombs.
Idiots! why do they worry in not being that tomb?
But they should be happy in the stay with Him in glory..