john chizoba vincent
Death And The Old Man - Poem by john chizoba vincent
DEATH AND THE OLD MAN
Death, old death, where are you going?
I am tending my field and not yet ready
To go with you to the other phase.
Old man, I am going to the village to kill
Tend your farmland for your time hasn't come.
How many people will you kill in the village?
Please don't kill more than five in the lost village
I advice you kill all the corrupt and the looters
I will kill just five and go
Nothing more, just five and am done.
A promise, don't kill more than five
Yes, a promise
'Later in the day'
Dear old death, you have broken your promise
You killed many, your hand was heavy on them
Why did you break your deal with me old friend!
Old man, I didn't break our deal; I killed just five
But my fear killed thousands.
The fear of death himself killed many than death my dear old man.
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