Death Came To My House Poem by Kenneth Maswabi

Death came to my house
And painted my house black with sorrow
Puncturing at the core of my family
My dad had to be the sacrificial lamb
Without remorse, death robbed us of our beloved dad
The gentleman was a hero
Wrestling with Death until midnight
The venomous Death won the fight
But was far from winning the battle
Because we're strengthened by this barbaric act
We look at life with brave hearts
And we're comforted by the hand of God
Our tears may swell the eyes today
But we stand empowered by our fellow brothers and sisters
They have built a comforting shield around us
Their prayers carry a lot of power
Scrubbing all the sorrow from the walls of our hearts