Death

Death

If death would heed,
Break from sorrow its lead,
I would ask never to weed
All mothers love out the world.

If death were to bleed
Like a mortal
that would leave this world,
In blood people would bath,
Upon its rivers of pain
And drench its ashes in
Flowing Waters off the plains
And to the islands of the seven seas...

If death would heed
And that it leaves
All visions that were blurred,
Would open without fear
Hearts strong would be scarred
And feelings dared and scared
Till none exists,

If death would heed,
People with wounds deep
Would walk with Karamoja
Tattoos of long lost taboos.
People of Hitler's murderous humor People would never walk with Stigma Hidden and nursed in darkness Of a silent Tumor,

If death would heed
Come and clear the guilt,
For words we didn't say,
For the debts we didn't pay
Then we would be grateful doing thing's we hadn't done,
Letting out all that had stacked up inside.

Rumors would mill like Okot's
Poshomill....

If death would heed