Many may cry when they lose someone—
Perhaps a brother, perhaps a friend
Or maybe just a fellow human...
And I know for sure that Mum will cry
And Mum will cry for she lost her son
And Pa will cry for the same reason
And Bro will cry for a brothers end
Tears upon the death of a brother
A friend, a foe, a whim or whatever
BUT WHO WILL CRY BECAUSE ‘i' DIED?
I am sure that no one will.
No one knows me and no one will.
So cry all that you want over my body
Cry for your son is gone your friend is gone your brother is gone
Cry for the notion of me that you have in mind
I am not who you may think I am
I'm afraid I'm something else.
So what do you cry for upon my death?
Whatever your mind wanted me to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem