An Ode To The Gods Of Death Poem by omotunde moses medese

What shall we say to the gods of death,
Who took the family breadwinner, leaving behind seven children and a widow?

What shall we say to the gods of death,
Who fail to take the wicked but choose to take the good?

What shall we say to the gods of death,
The takers of joy, the givers of sadness?
They ignore the sick who wish for release but swiftly crucify the healthy.

What shall we say to the gods of death,
Who care not if you are rich or poor before they claim you?
What shall we say to the end that comes for the young and old alike?

What shall we say to the gods of death,
The end result of war and chaos?

What shall we say to them?
Spare us until we are old,
Let us walk with our third leg,
Content with broken teeth and worn-out veins—this is all we desire.

What shall we say to the gods of death?