Death

Death, you are everything ugly Unavoidable doom you are You are mean and unfair For you rob the cradle Scare everyone, young and old So, you claim your potency Death, corruptible you are not surely Else kings and presidents would survive You courageously knock at their doors You owe no respect to anyone And no one hides from you For you and your soldiers are vigilant Friendless and brotherless you are People, animals and plants fear you For you remove one by one heartlessly Children on breast you sway For you have no heart and brain Yet you know who to take today Death, had I had power I’d create a court or an army That could surprise you By hunting you day and night Defeat and root you out of the world So broken hearts are mended Poem by Mugisho N Theophile