Death Is The Last Orgasm Of Life Poem by David Aoloch Bion

Death Is The Last Orgasm Of Life



Killing is the labour of life
Death is ultimate orgasm of life
The best sorrowful way to mourn
For your beloved one is to laugh
Melodically for one minute and
Compose epitaph. Death is not the
End of life but one phase of thousand
Phases of life webs. In death no
Moaning but pleasant screaming.

Killing an opponent / criminal either
On the street / on the scaffold is not a
Sound punishment and is not good
Fence. Thousands die today, thousands make offences tomorrow. Killing as a punishment make you no queen, King, winner or conquerer. Your adversary has no painful memories
Of his death at your hands and
Doesn’t know your honour and popularity
You obtain after killing.

No pain after a second after lethal
Injection / drink, bullet / first / stroke touch
His /her soul. death should not be prize for
Crimes and rivals.
Good punishment should be humiliation,
Beat a criminal / enemy half way
So he kneels before you
Respect you profoundly
Talk about your greatness and your might.

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David Aoloch Bion

David Aoloch Bion

Republic of South Sudan
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