XII. Crowd by César Vallejo.

"At the end of the battle,
and lifeless the combatant, a man came to him
and said: "Don´t die, I love you so much!"
but the corpse, alas!, kept on dying.

Two came by and repeated
"Do not leave us! Courage! Return to life!"
but the corpse, alas!, kept on dying.

Twenty, a hundred, a thousand, five hundred thousand men came to him,
clamoring: "So much love and nothing to do against death!"
but the corpse, alas!, kept on dying.

Millions of individuals sorrounded him
with a common prayer: "Stay, brother!"
but the corpse, alas!, kept on dying.

Then, every man on earth
came around him; the corpse looked at them sadly, moved;
it stood up slowly,
hughed the first man; started walking..."
--Spain, remove this cup from me. (España, aparta de mí este cáliz.)