It's full moon tonight,
I have to ritually remember
My mother, light a lamp at home
Pray for peace to her soul ----
When have I ever forgotten her
That I have to remember
Only once every month;
The moon will fade to a new one
When my father will be thanked
For sacrifices that very few know of
The dead remind us of our own
Mortality that we often forget.
Reason tells me there is no life
After death we have to brace for
There is no heaven to reward us
Or hell to pay for our sins;
These rituals keep memories alive
When forgetting your past is taught
To be a virtue so that a mythical one
Can be written over it and your ancestors
Painted as evil whose death you celebrate.
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