Death - Poem by Godwin Innocent
Hidden like a shadow in the night
Immune to bullets and arrows
Assaulting both presidents and
Certain for all human
Without season, without time.
A world of no return
Variety of causes, yet none is specific
A thief that steals continously
From the rich as well as the poor
Heartless monster of pains
That spares no one no! even a child.
The cure for all diseases
But yet has no cure
Beyond the power of medicine
Above the prowess of modern machine
An endless path of loneliness
Forever leading to an uncertain destination.
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