Oh death! why have such influence over humanity
You prove thyself a non-respecter of man
You make the wealthy and powerful know that all is vanity
And to stop thy arrival no man can
For fear of you men go under shelter
Hoping that your presence brings no harm
But their lives you had to shatter
To prove your arrival wasn't so calm
Though you're the end of the seed
Why make children fatherless
Why send to sleep those we need
Why make lives hopeless
Not minding, we know for every life you take you have reason
For God allows everything in it's season
A refined poetic imagination, Okafor. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I do much enjoyed it