Childhood Poems

Background
In Episode End This Madness, Kanan reads out the following poems written by him and Manek when they were in Class X for the English Literature paper.

For parting
 Mortal, it was deemed so, this tragedy of awakening

This unpleasant seasoning of the soul through pillars of thine breaking.

Maiden, you would swim in the rivers of soothe

Run free with fauna, if only still here was your groom.

Man! you would tread through grasslands and rock wastes alike

Jump just to abide by thy forever bride.

Human spirit! thou thinkst thyself immortal

Leading this race into agony's portal.

Asking them to find what lies within their heart

Bonding, then separating, their love breaks apart.

Though all in good sight of them longing to mend

A firm will that worldly follies aren't easily bent (verify)

So Lords and Ladies, be not swayed at sorrow as such

For it is in this lifetime that you will learn much.

Grow in the realm of thought you may fall in

Mature while accepting the loss of the fallen.

Torn apart as you are, you may grieve

But linger your thoughts so you may properly conceive.

That separated thou art and separated thou taste

Still tread thy path further and unveil what is gazed.

 - Manek D'Silva

Death
 Dead cold hands falter as they whiten

The powerful grip of death crushes and tightens.

Gone is the sweat, gone is the toil

Gone are the memories fading in the soil.

Confused and deluded blood-shot eyes

stand on the brink of their own demise.

So deep yet so narrow, so bleak yet so harrowed

Such a shallow mind was now so sorrowed.

Reaching out for forgiveness as one bleeds on the floor

one stands in heaven, one at hell's door.

Why did he do it, how is it justified

How could he stand while another man died.

One option remains, one solution can stand

A stab of the knife and he joins the other man.

Tender and loving blood-shot eyes,

bleeding brine as he passes by.

Those that give him life have now lost their own,

Hers was the sorrow he had never known.

Her son had walked the path, now she would follow him,

She would not change her mind, the chances were grim.

After the journey her soul was at peace

She would now get to see her son at least.

Her son a petty thief, more young than old

Had made one kill and his blood ran cold.

The passive death is great, though one dies

Two will follow, two will pay the price.

Death it seems will come when it will

Should be avoided lest the afterworld should fill.

 - Kanan Gill