Death Always Must Come Poem by Tony Adah

Death comes always at will
And take the strong or weak
Gloomy doomy voices wail at its pangs
The fear of it weaker makes man
And the conqueror comes
To where he feeds.
The strong succumb to invisible pangs
That pounce in many ways sometimes seen.
We wail unto its deaf ears
Unable to stop its strides
And when it strikes
We fear ourselves and give us names
Of ghosts and spirits
We run from the alleys and shadows
When death laughs
And always come.