And all for what?
we die be it soon or late,
for death is our only certain fate.
And vet how we humans strive
Just that we might stay alive,
And all for what? .
Ah, but life is such a precious gift that we DO cling to it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Because we are afraud of the unknown.Brain washed into expecting judgement and perhaps puishment