You fear in every day
face the stone, of your unlucky alone
Standing to the grave
where the fired man feel peacefully safe.

A hunderd cameras block your last episode
to offer sensational modernity in HD code
The fire exploded, a cheaper soul they loaded

On the road we laugh to buy
A burning the poor soundengineer guy
Without a moral surveillance,
stupidity is the best guidance

(This was my obituary to the guy who was fired in past few weeks)