Death's Holiday

Nothing or no one died today For Death was on a holiday No fires no floods just peace Bullets and bombs all ceased Young and old felt wonder amiss Calm and tranquility was in full bliss Happiness and laughter reign dear The batter old world smiled with cheer Life sprung green fresh and new The sun shines warm, the sky so blue Full with harmony from healing hearts Violence and rage suddenly departs Somehow fighting seemed silly and wrong And all of nature burst into song The might of living the strength of love The gift of life glowed from above All living creatures all living things Rejoiced in beauty while peace reign Death disgusted noticed his boney hands What was this, am I growing skin? His skull tingled with hairs taking root Back into his hooded black robe with sickle to boot Enough enough of my day of rest Peace and joy I detest The Grim Reaper felt a chest beat Eyeless sockets begin to weep Before kindness could make him alive again He slashed a dove's nest with sickle in hand The morning dove coos her cry over smashed eggs The world had exploded in turmoil with so much dead Chaos and hate bleed harmony down Smoldering ruins as Death wears his frown For a frown is just a smile upside down A frown is Death's smile, upside down