Death's Response

Death they say is a MEAL
One everyman must eat
Hot or cold
But each day I say to myself not today
Death! ! !
Why lay your stealthy cold hands on the ones we love most?
Why besiege your agony on sweet times?
You question me! ! !
You snug and appreciated my brother ‘‘LIFE '' more
Haven't I be faithful enough
Preventing the cluttering of mother EARTH
You hate me like plague till
You are weak and helpless
Why must I be ‘‘EATEN'' only by those weak and old?
Oh yes I have being around early lately unlike before
But it is you MAN
Who have brought me closer from my hideout?

by Efenakpo Dean Ogaga

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