Poetry about death!

Poem written by Zang Kejia in memory of Lu Xun

"Some People"

Some people are alive

He is dead;

Some people are dead

He is still alive.

Some people

ride on the heads of the people: "Oh, how great I am!"

Some people

bow down The body is used as an ox and a horse for the people.

Some people

engrave their names into stones in order to be "immortal";

Some people

would rather be weeds and wait. Fire underground.

Some people

He lives so that others cannot live;

Some people

He lives to make a better life for the majority of people. .

Those who ride on the heads of the people,

the people will knock them down;

Those who serve as oxen and horses for the people,

the people will always remember Stop him!

For those who carve names into stones,

the names rot earlier than the corpses;

As long as the spring breeze blows,

There are green weeds everywhere.

He is a person who lives so that others cannot live,

His fate can be seen;

He lives to make a better life for the majority of people,

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The crowd lifted him up very high, very high.