I know everybody thinks me a hay
Just a garbage of life they say
I never care for humanities sake
But I pray for all of you anyway
I don't want to reveal or say
Anything during this foul play
That human beings are selfish
To destroy others and to slay
Why this happens I not know
The death is sure but not slow
It reproaches at horrible pace
To make all, humble and bow
Only a true prayer can save all
From the painful doom of soul
Yet none is so curious to fill
With blessing his empty bowl
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I would like to translate this poem
We have no alternate but to pray, our lives are death's prey, we are dolls of clay and the player knows how to play.