John Chizoba Vincent Poet Dramatic Verse

Death and the Old Man

DEATH AND THE OLD MAN

OLD MAN:
Death, old death, where are you going?
I am tending my field and not yet ready
To go with you to the other phase.

DEATH:
Old man, I am going to the village to kill
Tend your farmland for your time hasn't come.

OLD MAN:
How many people will you kill in the village?
Please don't kill more than five in the lost village
I advice you kill all the corrupt and the looters

DEATH:
I will kill just five and go
Nothing more, just five and am done.

OLD MAN:
A promise, don't kill more than five

DEATH:
Yes, a promise

"Later in the day"

OLD MAN:
Dear old death, you have broken your promise
You killed many, your hand was heavy on them
Why did you break your deal with me old friend!

DEATH:
Old man, I didn't break our deal; I killed just five
But my fear killed thousands.
The fear of death himself killed many than death my dear old man.

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