Tawona Mzila Ranganawa Poet Imagism

When Death Walks

When death walks

Death is walking 
not to entice: 
the old but to dance with the young.
Silence steps that invite wails
Tears on mother’s cheeks
Grandmothers hold their bells
Grandfathers shake their heads

Death is walking among our youngsters
What shall we do…..
How can we stop this
our children are just mere victims; 
so we comfort ourselves
we cry for each one
as we lift every shovel of sand

we pray for our graduates, our children, the future
we pray for Death not to make his sad walks among them
But such is life, we are born, we grow up, we love, we die
There is no escape when it comes to the claws of death
As flowers bloom and wilt, so shall we
When Death makes his walks we fear not for the old but for the young

written by Tawona Ranganawa

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Mark Peterson January 22, 2014 at 8:18 PM This is a delicate balance of words, images and ideas. I had never seem a poem of this form, but it has impact and effect. So well written. Tawona Mzila Ranganawa January 30, 2014 at 12:44 AM Thanks Peterson...its a pity that our youngsters are dying prematurely.