Inescapable
We all shall one day die
Only if we know how...
How the death will visit
And strike with his rod?
No matter how we fly
Crawl, run, or jump
Under this sun it is certain
It will come.
One of us died yesterday
His turn came
Like a thief who desires not material
A dreadful and deadly assassin
So it will be and unto us
To receive blames or rewards
His plight he has gone to decide.
How we cried!
Thinking that one day
We would be long gone.
Copyright © Goodness Lanre | Year Posted 2013
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