The Sting of Death

THE STING OF DEATH Death why provoke us to tears? There are lot of unfinished works But still you pierce What are these you have wrought? Your unannounced visits can’t be pardoned You lack respect for the age of victims This is extremely disheartening You have taking your tolls in cities And increased graves in graveyard Dead bodies have outnumbered Mortuaries Lots of broken promises Dry lands have been made Seas From tears of successors You have wrecked enough havoc And now the time approaches When your sting will no longer be felt When our heels would not be bruised And you would have a taste of your medicine