Who Can?

Who can joyfully dance and sing When the bells of death do ring Who can stand and stare When daggers are drawn to tear Who can slumber in peace When danger at the door step waits to seize Who can reel upon the toe When waves do roar and winds do blow Who can hide a tear When the heart with sorrow smear Who can plough the field When the crops never give any yield Who can sing a tune If the sun has set at noon Who can tend the flock If there is no wool to cloak Who can feast on the beauty around when the sad note of a dirge rings aloud Who can continue to smile At someone so full of vile Who can pour out songs in rhyme When all your dreams are burnt in time Who can feel delighted and glad In a cage, though its bars be made of gold Who can stick to truth When Death threatens you like a brute If you can’t, you are a man If otherwise, you are a superman!