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EVEN IN DEATH














What a brief moment life is
What a mass of particles our remains,
Both on lives and earth

Beauty no longer beautiful
Ugliness losses cognisance
The only action of a corpse is that it remains dead

The proud earth walker exit to the lowly soil
Its (soil) patience yields an enduring reign
For the price of living,
The flames of death is ignited

Man, many mourn his sorry tale
The price for knowing any, ultimately, is tears
At the departure of good or evil,
Men either talk or weep

The rich whisked from his plenty
The poor saved from his poverty
The gap is breached
The long war ends

Death welcoming into a big compound,
A land no one lords
Free at the clause of chained mortals
Fairness reigns in this darkness

Whatever you know,
Know death is neither partial nor a racist
Even for the wise, all the health in his bones,
Are for the collection of the grave
Where they remain fossils in a dark soily library
An understanding for next earth grazers as we all.
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