Death is too much a coward to answer me;
From Death I asked: "are you afraid of the older ones?
Oh the flesh of the aged, your teeth they 'ill break!
Or too wise are they for you?
Their ways may be too logical for your 'killing" narrow mind to comprehend.
Then the young you are focused on, the your, the vibrant;
The infants you crush and commit infanticide.
The youth in their haste into your net they rush.
Why Death, why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! A nice poem, Stephen. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.