Death Has Done No Harm
If we cry gently silently
What we shall one day have to say
Death has done much harm
To we mere plant in the divine garden
If we do away with our falling father's will
If we praise this bad government
Fear growing in us like green leafs
Who will hear us without laughter
If we pretend to be called what we are not
Pains burning in our inner heart
So afraid tell say our minds
Who shall we blame of,death?
If we hope to hear from them again
With thunderous voices from above
Just as our ears were deaf
Who will hear our pitiful desire without laughter
If we wait for them to teach us their ways
Not listening to the sea, sky and air where they placed their signs
What we shall one day have to tell
With the black depth of our dirty throats
Death has done much harm
If we fight our fight,die regaining what belongs to us
Leaving all fallacy and fantasy behind
All, shall one day praise the dead
With heart full of joy shall we say
Death you've done no harm.
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