by fawole ezekiel ayowole | |
Published on: Jul 28, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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Death He who is made by God He that cannot be seen He that is bound to live with every Man He that comes like the breeze of the seas He comes without knocking He comes without respect He comes without telling you He mails you not nor does he call you He knows no one He knows not the young He knows not the old He takes his Prey whenever he wants He takes them so easily He takes them without strength He takes them not in days He takes them not in weeks He takes them not in years But he takes them once He takes them in less than a second He takes not the flesh He takes not the bone He takes not the heart He takes not the blood He takes not all this But only one thing does he take He takes the soul He takes it so far So far from this world of ours So far to a world Men had always immerging He so has no respect that he takes not the old alone but also the young He so has no respect that he takes not those you hate, but also those you love so much He comes without stress He has no respect Death « return. |