The secret to life and death
Is beyond mortal men of Earth
For life on it's own is hell
Neither the death a thing to tell
Some wish to live and fail
While some yearn to die but death snail
In dark life is made unconsciously
An ill will hand raise to end it willingly
For men tend to think it simply
An Angel shield it to grow wings
For it in future to fly and sings
Him above and beyond knows
The cause and reasons we bows
The date and season he choose
To arrive and Depart the venue
By his hand he authored the menu
Why give him a unwanted hand
And between soul and destiny to stand
To terminate the life you can't define
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, Kinyua. Thanks!
Thanks a lot Kelly.