Does death sneak up and instantly kill?
OR
Do we send him thousands of invitations,
our true will?
Do we buy:
Bad news
& Booze?
Diet Coke
& the flouride joke?
Artificial, processed boxed food
dark entertainment, not 2 good?
Water in toxic bottles yuck,
quicky love, a nasty....
Does death really slyly,
unexpectedly come so grim,
or do we daily open our doors
and invite him in?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem