Death is no joke, nobody can laugh at it
Death is not a he or a she, death is an it
Death is different, death comes like a flash
Death strikes. Death is the fastest thing around
I hate death. Death and friends crash
All types of parties. Death comes with no sound
Death strikes like a misguided or a lost laser
I hate death. Death destroys everything
All the time. Death strikes helicopter
Airplane, car, tank, house, building and ring
I hate death. I am not afraid of death
Death brings a lot of pain and suffering
Death is a thief. Death always finds the depth
Of the soul, the core of the heart
To spread grief, pain, suffering and hurt
I hate death. I wish someone could kill death
It is sad there is too much death, to many thefts
I am out words. You and I are at the top of the cliffs.
P.S. I am dedicating this poem to Kobe And Gianna Bryant, the other seven passengers and their families
And to all the fans of our departed brothers and sisters. January 26,2020.
Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.