Death Poem by Tony Adah

You to me seem like pretence
To those who desire you strongly
Looking at their circumstances
And thinking that all is but gone.
Some can brave you
To sit before the hangman
Others bold enough
Can slit their throats
Slightly at your beckon
Or strangle their jugulars with a cord
Death, if you yourself
Be like a crashing plane on heads
Or a truck threatening to overrun,
Many will find their toes
Firmly on the ground
But their heels away in the sky
Scampering away from the desired.
They shy away from you
And brave you with their hardened lips.
O, death the common denominator
If you be like a race
Most men lame will become
And like a mountain
Most men blind will become
Still they boast to paradise
But fearful to die.