Big sea exists not on its own.
It assembles rivers from various sources.
Rivers run kilometres to only end up
In a bigger river that callously swallows them all.
Dirty or clean, big sea never cares about colours,
For it is a careless and colourless loss, like death.
Queens and Kings, men and children,
Animals and trees both contritely swallows.
Death is as unpredictable as a vulture
Who, date and place never warns of.
Big sea and death are both similar,
As they are never satisfied.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2018
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