Life Imprisonment Poem by Friday Dejavu
Life Imprisonment
Condemn to the prison of existence,
You cannot get out of life alive.
I beg for explanations,
Life offers some stroke of condemnation.
Nature, teacher of my ignorance,
My crime yet unstated.
I live as though I'm immortal,
The end certainly is dead.
Roaming to be slaughtered,
We all patiently wait.
Every second holds,
The executioners axe.
The voice of a fool in the crowd is a genus,
Who cares as long as it brings fantasy.
When all is said and done,
I have served my time.
Labour, harbor till sunset,
And hope the judge is pleased_
The earth was never truly ours.
The earth was never truly ours. This is a powerful piece, perceiving life as a sentence to be carried out. This is brilliant, and demonstrates that the gift of a poet is as much in his eye as in his pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 10:29:44 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Our soul is under the prison of body and we are the prisoners of life. Profound poem..10+
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