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