Substances subsist as long as ever
Their death is mere change of form
They fathom their fates and shiver
None would change his current norm
All creatures have talent low or high
Even beasts and plants do have brain
Substances too are smart they espy
So that all that keep cosmos in chain
Talent is like numbers has no end
Though it slows down almost to zero
Smart beasts better than some attend
High plants unlike mean beasts glow
beasts trot in mirth, in sorrow groan
They've memory and may get mad
Plants sob silently and bemoan
They bleed like latex and tear shed
Boiled water mutters, grows bubbles
Dying iron wears rust to mourn
Ashes turn grey, sign of losing battle
Atoms rage for power loss, warn
Briefly whole that exist have talent
Hard for many to understand
All struggle to fulfill own intent
Trying to mend life and defend.
Kassem Oude
On Sunday, September 4,2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
so it's not just life we ought to respect?