Why do we fear the death!

25 days I have been jailed
Knowing not for what I am jailed
Knowing not why they longed their hairs
Knowing not whether there is peace
Inside my Iraq I felt strange
Inside my Iraq my name was stolen
Then I had no name
Among the date-palm tress,
I took a rest
Then I had a nap
Forgetting that I am still alive
As a sound calling me inside the earth
That I am a man involving to earth
Then a warmth breeze patting my hair
And I felt that my soul is mine
And it can never escape
Unless there is a missing hope
And a heart clashing the ribs
Then I as if want to sleep
On the ground I currently going leap
Of the time still knocking into my mind
Of past days when we were young
Going around the yoke
Waiting the farm to reap
I again looked to the date palm- trees
I felt on a bit of sorrow
That those trees yet are strong
And we the nation fear from death

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Why do we fear the death!