The celebration is for the ones
left behind when all is done
with glad knowing of the deeds
committed in the name of need
intentions set for vacant joy
the quick drug to be explored
passed around for all to use
there's enough for full abuse
while the fix may seem enough
cacophony for guffaws
the end result is not enough
to lift the dead from their slump
recognition damns the souls
with sad statements made in jest
for a body meant for dust
when the decades run their course.
© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.20190619.
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I would like to translate this poem
" recognition damns the soul with sad statements made in jest for a body meant for dust when the decades run their course" Body ultimately mixes with dust after departure of soul\life in it. Death too is a cause of celebration as it liberates a living being from the hardships presented by old age/diseases, neglect etc. Thanks for sharing a thought provoking poem.10 points.