A Disease Without a Cure
Death is a disease without a cure
It infects all wealthy and poor
And you can't escape it for sure
For it is sleep for all eternity
In a coffin; dark and dusty
And for all the sins becoming guilty
Death comes
Like a hungry bear in autumn
That captures anyone as a victim
Death attacks
Just like an army marching go
That hasn't stopped from a long time ago.
--Ahmed Kurshid