Like a thief in the night
Your cold vice like grip
Snuffed the life out of him
He was too young
So young he could barely say a word
You prevented him of the chance to
Explore the world
He only glanced at it
But did not cherish or despise it
Oh! The sting of death
His parents cried their eyes out
You took away their pride
You took away their sunshine
You took away their joy
You plunged them into grief
And bereavement
The household will never be the same again
The cry for a lost child will continuously rent the air
For he was the only seed
Oh! The sting of death
Where is thy wicked sting? Oh death!
You have deprived many of loved ones
You have promptly ended millions of dreams
You strike and leave misery and pain
In your wake
The bourgeois and the proletariat are your target
The young and budding are not spared
The nonagenarians, octogenarians also feel your pang
Oh! The sting of death
Who can escape your spreading tentacles?
They claw to and fro
Until they touch a being
A being with the desire to live
A youngster with no reason to die
Oh! The sting of death
Who can question you?
We beg you spare the lives of the young
And if you must take life
Take that of the very old and very weak
For it is bearable
As they have not only tasted the world
But savoured it until it feels like old wine
But the youth have every right to live on
For they are the future
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