Martin Greyford

Silver Star - 3,215 Points (16 September 1996 / mkushi, zambia)

Death-Our Worst Enemy - Poem by Martin Greyford

You know no race, colour or tribe.
You know no age or physical appearance.
You attack the rich and the poor.
The thin and the fat.
The tall and the short.

What have we done to you death?

I once had a mother and a father.
A sister and a brother.
An uncle and an aunt.
A grandmother and a grandfather.

Where have they all gone?

Now i'm ruming on the street.
No food, no clothes and no shelter.
Please God, protect us from the evil of this enemy,
Death-our worst enemy.

Topic(s) of this poem: death


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 1, 2016

Poem Edited: Wednesday, August 15, 2018


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