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.