Who Cares If We Die Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Take us and put us in awkward times, this is the life we have to live which has become as arms and legs as we are gonna fall apart.

We have to live who they have their fun all alone on the candlelight.

Play their politics and have their awesome moment's delighted range.

There's nothing else for us to do then to pray for blessing wide.

We aren't supposed to suffer, there is one thing to be hidden on hole.

That we should know, every dog has its own day and judgment.

We are already here, it's not too later to have a chance.



Why is life such a heartache? What did we do to deserve it? On response!

Sometimes it makes us wonder if living is even worth it.

Cause every time we get somewhere, we go right back to the beginning to start.

It sounds like no matter how hard we try, there's no place for winning pressure.

But we pick up the broken pieces. They shatter as the whole.

And then we go on with our lives like there is nothing a matter like lamplight.

Sometimes we need someone to call our own and take out.

People just can't understand, Why do things get out of desire?

Sometimes life just isn't fair, particular when people try to realize what is going in life?

People just don't care. Sometimes it's hard to tell you inside their heart.

Why do they have things to be this way? We all can feel to get by, especially when dreams continue to die on wage packet.

Sometimes it's nice to sit in the rain, even if you relieve the pain sequence.

And when we've had a fool day, sometimes we just need to get away mile.

We never know the hardest thing and the rightest thing are the same.

And sometimes people get hurt, even if the strongest ones may need comfort.

It's a large price for them to pay. Let us live another day cause our dying but who cares if we die.