Death, a creature too you are
Threatening other creatures like you
With that your tuberous club
That yields to no pleading of its victim
Why hitting your tuberous club
On the fresh fruits of the future
And leave behind the corrupt cohorts
That live to shorten man’s life?
Those you’ve invited so far
To that your endless silent party
We buried and on their graves
We laid wreaths and sang dirges
But one day you yourself death
Shall sleep and wake no more
And there will be no soul on earth
To perform your joint janazah
So fear not death my man
It owns no part of your life
But God who gives life to man
And who alone can take man’s life
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