Deadly Life Poem by Kwame Sarfo Aboagye

Deadly Life



Of all the properties that one might possess,
You have proven to be the most cherished;
For all those who have not already perished
Rely solely on your very broad chest.
Man and woman need you alike;
Even bees and fleas, and trees do.
Some think you’re unfair, is it true?
Are there some people you dislike?
If not, then why have you treated
Many good-hearted men with disdain?
Right from birth these men remain
In tatters, and feel they’ve been cheated.
Do you think you’re worth living?
Is Life someone we should die for?
No! Not to the poor – the very poor
Whom you’ll disgracefully end up killing
With your apparent schemes, or duties, or both.
You play games on men and blame it on destiny;
Or is it that you’ve taken an oath
To entertain the Universe with tyranny?
You’re harder than an East African rock,
And colder than ice at the South Pole;
Yet when Death snatches your keys to unlock
Us, you end up with no relevant role.
From a baby’s first tentative breath
To an old fellow’s goodbye kiss,
One thing that is clear to us is:
You, Life, are deadlier than Death.
To some you’re a master, to others, a slave.
Without you we’ll be nowhere but in our graves;
So every man, whether strong, wealthy or brave
Needs your uncanny, unkind heart that saves.
If ‘tis true that after Death you will
Come back to us and stay forever,
Only then will your “life” – uncanny still
Be useful to the righteous, the clever.

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