Silent Voices

Death

25 And see if they too can survive The hamattan and the poor yields Let not your pride be full of gall Those men stand not in your own way Nor do they pray that you may fall Pride goes before a fall they say A chance give them to try their luck Just as you had your own good turn You move about like a wild buck Your mind and soul with evil burn Why do you live to see them die I’ve found no one that wish you ill Though Eagle-men do tell a lie So that you help them pass a bill Of course they know you serve them well You force your men to toil and sweat But don’t you know this rings a bell Your head with bilious pride does swell Death Cries! Lamentations! Mourning! When your mouth you so open Wide with fright to suck life out Of millions by the day Don’t you listen to the cries From the buds you’ve robbed Orphans you have made them 26 As you cut off their supporting branch Each day brings one one step near To the precincts of your den Cruel den of destruction Where walls and roofs are of sculls made Were it that I could predict And estimate the distance Between me and your cruel den I’d have no time to joke You are there for all to meet And receive your cruel bite Which but hurts those left behind He that’s gone feels pain no more Sympathy have you not As you hear the cries from the buds After each of your cruel acts No space has leniency in your heart Death, O, death, how cruel of you My father you stole in the dead of night My mother you snatched in broad daylight My dreams are now a ball of haze No Budget!!! I find myself in Aqwaya Sure not for wealth to acquire Though have I much to inquire To get the facts I require ...