If we had the power to predict our death
To tell at what time to breathe our last breath
Then It should be at the point when we are still strong
And not when all things are going wrong
It should be at the stance of having enough wealth instead
For your offsprings and lineage to inherit in your sted
Not when the family struggles for their daily bread
For your carcass to be more of a curse than a blessing instead.
If we had the power to predict when to die
I will assume it should be a period of food health
And not when weak and broken down to earth
No matter a person’s colour, race or gender
Everyone practically wants to live forever
So to ask when to die
Is actually a question without an answer
Like Ef-pac everyone wants his or her pain to be blown away
Forgetting death is the only way
Yet in the face of death;
Pleading for life becomes the sacred agenda
When to die , I believe should not be through accidents and disasters.
Leaving the family to street life
Filled with immense sweet strive
When to die should be a point of being free and not bond
Not when sickness has weaken us at the mercy of the strong
It should be at the point when everything seem to be right
And you have inner peace everyday and night
It should be the time when your faith in your savior is still alive
So that even when you die you may be brought back to life
For when to die should be when you have been called to rest by God