There Is No Beauty In Death
There is no beauty in death
Not a lack of, but none at all
Death is a hunter, a fierce one at that
You and I are mere prey
From the moment of birth
When you take your first breath
It is beside your bed to introduce itself as death
“Hi, I’m the reaper. I sow not,
But I reap as I please
And harvest time is to me not a limit”
Whether fetus, infant, child or adult death claims
And there are no missed targets when it aims
There is not beauty in death
Not a lack of, but none at all
A fierce hunter it is
You and I are mere prey
It mocks the tears of happiness
From a mother who just delivered a babe
Because to death another pawn has been added to its game
And NO! Death does not discriminate on the basis of age,
Nationality, weight or even race
It takes no pride it its methods, it doesn’t do it for fame
Whether it’s by accident, deliberate or even AIDS
Death sees no beauty in it; it just lays its claim
So there is no beauty in death
Only sorrow, heartache and pain
And the pointing finger often wanders
For a subject to defame
But in the end we only have death to blame
There is no beauty in death
Not a lack of, but none at all
A stalking hunter it is
You and I are just mere prey
So what is the point of it all, this life?
If not tragedy and strife
With all the happiness you can gather in this life
You’re always an inch away from the edge of the knife
A step away from the abyss of eternity
And yet we swim against the tides relentlessly
Stealing a moment of reflection in introspection
Hoping for perfection
Or even a slight detection of beauty in this life
And YES! There is beauty in life
We’re just not meant to stay long enough to could own it
We swim against the tides relentlessly
An amassed waste of time and energy
Because when death comes
It relegates you to just a memory
And even that fades with time
As you’re swept away beneath tides
There is no beauty in death
Not a lack of it, but none at all
A ruthless hunter it is
You and I are mere prey
Copyright © Alkebulan Melanite | Year Posted 2016
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