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.
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