Death
OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF-NativePen
DEATH
TIME OF THOUGHT:LOST
DATE OF THOUGHT:LOST
Umm………………………..
The end of mens sojourn
An August visitor
A must that all living dislike
Is there any armour against it?
A thief that strike unnoticed
A destroyer
A snatcher;
He snatches the forgotten
The free born
The most sought after
Even the loved ones are not left out
He snatches the kings maker
The princes and the princess
The queens are not excluded
Not to talk of the kings
He is a cruel servant
He is no respecter of anyone
So ruthless
The offer of gold, brass, and bronze
He rejects
The best attire in style never freak him
What a cruel you are
A ticket to the judgement hall
The leverage amongst all
He is not a friend of all classes;
Pauper, slave and the wealthy
Oh death
The breaker of the umbreakable bond.
Copyright © Ogunlabi Olajide | Year Posted 2017
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