Death
It's said to be a bizarre of all times
A hero of all times
You visit as wind to blow joy out of innocent souls
And i wonder if you have a heart of a man?
Death
You go on shattering souls to feed your own
You go out of your way to break hearts
It's as you know all dreams are not meant to be fulfilled....
How come you call yourself a friend?
While you come like a stormy rain and take our beloved souls?
You are like a palm
Each day you go feed families with tasteless food
You mock their hearts by taking those they looked up to..
I cannot say
You are a tragedy
For you come out of jeopady.
You call yourself "A JOURNEY OF LIFE"
But how come you make it hard for us to live our lives?
To follow our dreams?
To dance to the melodies of our fantasies?
- - Kwenadi Thobejane
Date: Oct 9,2018
Subject: Death..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem