Death Poem by Mary Ikenwe

O death your name I call,
Mere mention of your name brings fear to all,
You've succeeded in taking many away,
And now in catacombs they all lay.

You who is a threat to man's life,
And can never at all be pacified,
You who come before the count of five,
And never leaves until you are satisfied.

You envelope both young and old,
And doesn't care if one is rich or poor,
Uninvited you walk in through the door,
Enveloping your victim until he becomes still and cold.

You've brought nothing but tragedy to man's life,
And have made it impossible for some to live their life,
O death, you could be so painful,
But all I can say is you are inevitable.