Mr Death. Poem by Berry Israel

Oh! There it goes fast like sun ray,
so sweft never looks back, no mercy for his prey.
Eyes red like thickest of scarlet,
he is so cruel no feelings left.
He has the wings of an angelic being
but apprearance like a beast never seen.
On his hand double-edged blade with blood,
oh death he claims to be the lord.
Everywhere he goes i hear doors slam
he takes both those at office and at farm.
i too have recieved his mails
when it came we all wail.
Mr death so illmannered he never knocks
he bumpoff someones life like the hawks.
Why was he created in the first instance
who gave him the right for existance.
One day he will lose his potency
he will be weak like sister lucy,
all those he collected will attack him.
like a helpless baby he will watch like a film.