For centuries has lineage be made
And a disaster in your life
Should in that direct lineage not reproduce
And that extinction counted the greatest of tragedies
The guillotine is considered to fall
And bloody execution made outright
Then eyes need not weep the extinction made
For they shall weep for that that be extinct.
And thus if so-called Death ends the all
How much more shall Extinction wreak.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem