To die for nothing
Is to have lived for nothing.
To die for something
Is to have lived for everything.
The epitaphs of many graves
Are littered with many words
Of men who died for nothing
Because they lived vain lives
Being led around in chains
By evil and cunning men
Who cared precious little
For the souls of men
And counted them only as numbers!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem