Death is the Mother of all
Death is hunger illimitable
Death cultivates life and the lifeless
Only to devour them
When time is ripe
Time is the tangible mouth of Death
Inside it
One finds the opulence of the USA
And the poverty of Africa
Death does not care who is rich
And who is hungry
Nothing can checkmate its gluttony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes it is...... the universal truth. Enjoyed the poem.