Death

• Kai Pin Low, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2011

When our dears crumble and die,
one can only cry in desperate for what they have done.
And faced by loss and shed of tears must go by,
for deaths are the worst grief for their love ones.
Every will weep longily upon silenced,
and hope they had their wishes fulfilled.
But we honour them with their desire,
and pray in heaven they'll pass with god's will.
Who will always forgive their violence,
and with our heart we grant out one wish,
as we say our prayers.