Look at those mourners we were once told about
Seated at the same spot
Waiting for the one to drop dead
Bringing peoples existence down
They hardly lose sleep
Till their heart desires are met
Their joy is to take ones laughter
And bury it underground
Check their entire breeds
And their celebrated trophies
They've all gone at the same time
In place of their misdeeds
Always be calm when tempted
For none can outsmart God
Though many tried with the use of magic wand
Only to have themselves to blame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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