When the trumpet blares, there will be no more kings, only slaves.

You will not be asked about your culture in your grave, 

and you will not be judged based on your fathers last name. 

When the trumpet blares, there will be no more kings; only slaves 

and your family traditions will not be able to keep you safe. 

Your language will not bring you any comfort on that Day, 

and none will care about the kind of food your mother used to make. 

The Angel of Death does not discriminate!

I'm never a big fan of poetry. Dulu zaman sekolah, sajak segala never make any sense to me. I dont see why we need to learn literature, kenapa dalam subjek bahasa melayu kena belajar bab sastera sastera semua tu, why we need to understand the meaning behind "The Road not Taken" punya poem. 

BUT NOW I GET IT!