Death absolutely is need
When all joys of life gone
Laying in bed as old seed
Tongue wailing the face frowns
Death forgets still away
Ailing old wouldn't take
It likes him in pain sway
Torture to others it would make
War and gun are its friends
Flood typhoon thunder quake...
Many lives at once it would rend
Souls as many as it could break
It seeks young in the spring
Thirsty drinks running blood
Sowing sorrow and mourning
Sawing heads tyrant glad.
3/2/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem