On one holiday day
by southern Australian waters,
at Cape Carnot,
two, father and 5 year-old daughter,
were washed off the rocks,
and a third,
who was stopped by a fourth
from jumping in
to try to save them,
sat amongst the rocks
and cried.
At Port Campbell,
a third, an international tourist,
was saved by a fourth and a fifth
in a helicopter,
after two locals,
father and about-to-be-a-father son,
who'd gone in in a boat to save him,
were washed out of the boat
and died.
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I would like to translate this poem
death is totally free all times it is open no invitation nor acceptance nor rejection take it or it will KICK May hurt then just go silently