Like dead men out of mind,
My Parent are forgotten
As yesterday, a dream
Today's life is fakeness
And yesterday friendless
A happiness for tomorrow,
But the black heart of death holds nothing,
The wailing and crying noises,
Is nonsense
As death dies away
Without remembrance,
Like everyman living,
None can die alone with loved,
In the gaping earth
Dying together is a crime.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hoof write Thank you for sharing!