Death
Death, you are everything ugly
Unavoidable doom you are
You are mean and unfair
For you rob the cradle
Scare everyone, young and old
So, you claim your potency
Death, corruptible you are not surely
Else kings and presidents would survive
You courageously knock at their doors
You owe no respect to anyone
And no one hides from you
For you and your soldiers are vigilant
Friendless and brotherless you are
People, animals and plants fear you
For you remove one by one heartlessly
Children on breast you sway
For you have no heart and brain
Yet you know who to take today
Death, had I had power
I’d create a court or an army
That could surprise you
By hunting you day and night
Defeat and root you out of the world
So broken hearts are mended
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Copyright © Mugisho Theophile | Year Posted 2020
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