Ode To Death

Like a lion, moving stealthily, you take your victims unawares. Like a thief, you move secretly, for when you strike, no one hears. Like the iroko, you stand tall deligently, going about your mission. You do not answer to all 'cos none has the power of decision. Oh! Death! You who unmoved, and to remorse slow, who gave thee birth? Your mother, i imploe thee, show. You, who have the power to unleash pain, see, as it follows in your wake. You shower it like rain, on those you did not take. Like the grandfather's clock, every second you strike. Unrelenting as a rock and each day, goin on hike. Oh! Death! You who unmoved, and to remorse slow, who gave thee birth? Your mother, i implore thee, show. Those you call you watch, near as they go away. Those you leave today, you sneer, for them, you'll come for someday.