THESE TWO CLASPED HANDS

Life hunts us with the bullet of his acrimony,
But we put the blame on death.
I know of this, when I listened to the testimony,
Of those who’ve lost their breath.
Death is generous
He takes down all what life throws up.
He catches us, when life throws us out.
He gives us rest and peace of mind.
To them life lost he never tries to find.
But death holds unto to us beyond our doubt.
Death is innocent,
He only tries to save us.
This is his victory
Do not be afraid to die.
For Death is a friend, but life is the enemy.

Tochi