O Death, My Death! Poem by Ogolla Enock

Death! Death with its strong claws
makes no sound as it comes.
But with a precision of a sniper;
mindless of height and tide,
death comes bearing no gifts,
except graves and tears.

Tho' this body of dust be left to decay
beneath the dark and cold earth of silence,
My triumphant soul shall rise beyond
the skies of blue into the land of bliss and ease
But till then, I must do my assignment,
For there's no glory in leaving it undone.

O death, my death! My rest for a moment
And flight to the next assignment,
By thee, I shall transit into the glorious.
O death, my death! I am not afraid of thee.
For I've learned that to live is to die,
thus life hastes and wastes away each day

When my time is come,
and bells of home call me,
Thou shall ever find me light
and ready for the flight.
And I'll leave no regret
when thou shall carry me away.

Ogolla Enock,12th May 2022.