All who run to death
When many struggle to survive
What is it you get?
After you take your own life
Truly we know that life is hard
And equally full of regrets
Despite how good or bad
Many still progress
What is it that bring you harm?
Unpaid dues or expired rent
Even there in the book of psalm
Those in distress never relent
All who run to death
For lack of life and money in the bank
Why do you easily forget?
That riches do come to those that lack
Why eaten up in endless pain?
Thinking your prayer is not heard
Your struggle isn't in vain
Why always wishing for your own end?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem