Death Poem by ayomide akintilo

What do people call death?
Death is the end of all living things.
A symbolic silence — the stillness of being gone.
It comes like a thief in the middle of the night.

Death attacks when the time is right.
It doesn't care if you're young or old.
Sometimes, it is even caused by our own hands.

It arrives in many forms —
By accident, by human cause, or simply by time.

Death strips you of your finest clothes,
And forces you into rags.
It snatches loved ones from your embrace.

There is an old saying:
'May we not die before our time, '
Because we know God has appointed
Death as the end of human life.