By: Onabiyi Emmanuel (Indefatigable Gold)
Dear uncle death,
I heard you're powerfully mighty
Stronger than the wall of Jericho
And that you're supreme over every being.
You made people moan in pain
Casting away their joy instead of sorrow
And without informing our parents,
You take away our children.
Oh death!
Destroyers of millions of works and labours
Why taking away the good ones and abandoned the bad ones?
You anger us by thy name
With sickness and diseases you rob our children off their happiness
Leaving us to grieve their pain.
Although, thou powerfully mighty
Yet, we shall fight you with our last breath.
Cause of your injustice, we shall not succumb.
To the wisest of this world,
Show passion for life.
Even when the gate of heaven is open,
You must fight with your last breath.
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