From the tolls of death's bells
the sound is near
One is gone by an accident
And another refuses to wake from his bed
There's no hiding place
For death's telescope is fitted with an electron
microscope to scan and find its victims
In a skyscraper or in a hovel
When the lens catches a soul
It is gone and forever gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thoughtful, indeed! ! !