Death is better than not having the moon,
Not having the sun and stars;
Better than preying on a child or the elderly.
It's lovely when you are terminally ill;
Or so aged you have no will,
Or deceived by a self-serving politician.
Should be embraced,
If you are filled with hate,
And the capacity to love dissipates.
Death is better than
Living on the hill of injustice,
Consumed by greed;
Better than been oblivious,
Of those in need.
Should be welcome with rejoicing,
When peace is made with God and man;
Should not be avoided
Or derided
If you are a klu klux klan.
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I would like to translate this poem
wow what does it mean Buxton ' a klu klux klan' a good poem for society and on humanity, and an attachment onto the nature.........I pay u 8 doller for this I finally voted