"Improvidently Dying (Voicing His Resignation To God)" by Steven Ilchev /1992/

Improvidently Dying (Voicing His Resignation To God)
[Steven Ilchev, 1992]
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As a baby that boy was destined to believe
That before he'd read and write a word in anger
He'd be fertilising all the way the poisoned soil of a
Wrecked peasant land

So, he would stare in the haze
To set his battered heart ablaze
As he strolled along the road to Thee
The blue horizon was a mockery of him

A mockery of his innocence and lack of
Strength, he would lie down shelled in agony
His eyes fixated on the shark of death slaying him
Unkindly in his padlocked bed

For the young boy's limping through his devastating
Sickness, frying in hot tears, improvidently dying
Improvidently dying, the little creature cries
Its ailing body's drowning in the creamy swamp of
Flies!

The little 'un has seen the eaters of his life
The cutters of a bread-like thread of heart
The little boy was scolded throughout
The days of cold, beside the hostile snowflakes he
Was told:

"Soon you'll be away, you trembling, dying ray
Your joy will never start, from mummy and daddy
You'll depart!"