If you die, I shall smash all the windows,
And I’ll burn all the pictures of you,
I shall kick down the doors
And I’ll tear up the floors
If you die...
If you dare...
If you do!
And you’ll never be safe in the hurt and the hate
Though you lie and stare sightlessly back,
For I’ll batter your face to destroy any grace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem