Death Is No Joke - Poem by Hebert Logerie
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.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
And to all the fans of our departed brothers and sisters. Death is a sad thing. January 26,2020.
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