Through the Eyes of Death
Inside Araba bus, he lonely weep
No one show him sympathy, as i peep
Solititude ally i thought, but he uttered
'I give you the power to grant desired'
In his hand, a list of whom to die
And people's unanswered appeal, all tie
I look at the wishes of those before us
And those after us, I saw all their hearts
Their dark pact, and their motives
I checks everyone's wishes and strives
Their genius minds, their selfish secrets
Their inventions, what is left uncreate
Then my mind became useless
My friends, my enemies, are all heartless
I join him in his lonely weeping
With what i saw, Death is a blessing
No one showed sympathy toward us
As he insisted, added or deduct, a must
With what I saw, i granted no wishers
Wrote my name, to done in loneliness.
Copyright © Umar Kakamu Aliyu | Year Posted 2015
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