Another dead, another gone
Why is life so unfair and so wrong?
One a close friend then some complete strangers and one an old adversary
Boys dead and buried but one not yet ready to bury
Death you're sure doing your job
Thank heavens you let them die quickly, but then again you're rarely a slob
Why did you take them? what did you gain?
You took four teenage boys this year, and gave my town a ton of sorrow and pain
Death please take time before you take another
And emplore you, please don't take my lover or my brother
Don't take any more from us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the pleasantness with which you speak to death betrays the fragility and mis-balance of the poem. so youve shown our weakness in that we cannot ultimately do anything against death. very clever.