What A World
The World That Dispatches Humanity Unaware
To An Unknown Destination
Of No Return In The Land Of The Dead.
The Debt Owed By Every Humanity
Collected Unaware, Unexpected On An Unknown Day
The Strong Are Weak Before Thee O'death
The Heros Are Powerless When In Contact With Thee.
The Name 'Death'
Engolf The Heart In A State Of Dilema
Laying Helpless In A Wooden Box Lowered Inside The Ground.
Insects And Maggots Rejoice And Celebrate
Feeding On The Lifeless Body
People Crying And Wailing Bitterly
Thinking Of The Day To Sleep And Never Wake.
O'Death Why Thou Make Parent To Be Chidless
O'Death Why Thou Make Wifes A Widow
O'Death Why Thou Make Children To Be An Orphan
O'Death Can't We Just Say U Are Wicked.
O'Death Can't We Just Say U Have No Mercy
O'Death You Know Neither Young Or Old
O'Death You Strike When It Pleases You
O'Death I Plead Never Take Me In My Prime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An average man doesn't want to think about death since it sends shivers down the spine, since it snaps all worldly relationships. Its impact nicely portrayed. Thanks.