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How can there be pleasure?
How can there be joy?
When the whole world is burning
What joy is there in this body
Seeing these discarded bones
Scattered here and there
Where they were tossed upon the ground
Through the same moment of the night
Humans first emptied in the womb
The journey of their life to death begins
Once gone there is no turning back
At daybreak many people are seen
At evening one is gone from sight
At evening many people can be seen
Next morning one is gone from sight
Nights are long when one can't sleep
The road seems long for those exhausted
Life's obliterated so soon
Some die when they are in the womb
Some on the ground where they were born