Death! Our Companion! Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya

It walks the walk we walk
Talk the talk we talk
Every day and everywhere
Not shameful and silently talking with us,
Faked Smile every corner of the world

While numbering our days
Like hours in a day
In our dreams it beckon
When there is life in us
Smite by sigh of shudder
It waits for cadaver like vulture

Its fights people
Make enemies friends, friends enemies
That death! Our companion

Death is like a game
You win or you loose, you live or you die
Death is still your companion