Ooh death
Which has no cure
Which has no choice.
It takes the children,
It takes the young stars.
It also takes the oldies.
Whenever it strike its destruction.
My dear brothers and sisters
How can we escape death.
There is no other way out
But looking back on to the throne of mercy.
For Jesus said 'I am the only pillar of salvation.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem