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Let us die in peace, let us live in misery
The stars can fade we will be shining
We hope for life but prepare for death
Is death coming for me today or never?
Whether we die young or at hundred
We don't have the faintest idea about the future
But we shouldn't stop planning towards it
We suffer and cry but


Life is a sharp knife we buy
We never know when it is going to cut us
Can you imagine a world where none of us die?
Can you imagine the joy on this battlefield
When we kill death?
Can you imagine a world
Where there is no finish line?
Well this poem is written by a blind man


Let us march to the battlefield
Some are going to die,
Some are going to live to write this tale.
Sooner or later,
The battle bell will be heard
And we shall know no longer and
Appreciate the human beings
Our enemies are.



In this life,
Some are the foundation
Whilst we are the superstructure
Whilst others are just the finishing.
We each play
Our part to make this music complete.
This music was composed by
A deaf man!



So many are the songs that couldn't be sang,
So many are the destinies that never came to pass
So many are the lives that never lived
Well this poem was written by
Someone who never lived



We await the melody from the bell
We stand ready to fight
Sooner or is it later,
A friend will perish by the legs of a passing horse.
Sooner or maybe never
This war will all end
The emperor will boost for having won the war,
Sooner or now,
Someone will die forever
With all un-sang song vanish into forever



We await the melody from the bell
We stand ready to fight
Sooner or is it later,
A friend will perish by the legs of a passing horse.
Sooner or maybe never
This war will all end
The emperor will boost for having won the war,
Sooner or now,
Someone will die forever
With all un-sang song vanish into forever
This poem was written by one that was never at the war

by Yaw Frimpong

 Posted by: Yaw Frimpong


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