The Unknown Poem by yakubu abukari n

I am the dreaded word that shredded your joy into pieces
And made away with your wives and your beloved nieces
I lead the thoughtful down memory lane’s most quiet street
And shatter the folly of fugitives as their hearts beat their last beat.
You should know me by now.
I strike in the morning
Leaving people mourning
I strike at night
Or when the sun is bright
You should know me by now
Many have been victims of my marauding nature
I feed on the weak, the sick, famished and any feeble creature
I prey on healthy, happy, hearty, humans too
Even those who do unto others as they will have them do
You should know me by now
Mine is a precision strike, one of its kind
Not in any airforce of the powerful shall you find my kind
And I leave no trace of my coming or going
So stop looking around for you have no way of knowing
You should know me by now
Stealthily or noisily you shall all ultimately pay the price,
Neither your silence nor your plea, not even your loud cries,
Will postpone my planned date with your soul, whose goal, if it were not Jannah,
Whose path if it did not repel your Lord’s wrath
Whose activities if they did not seek your Lord’s mercies
Will surely seek some more time.
Yet there will be no added time.
TICK TOCK, TICK TOCK…
The same price the pauper pays,
The opulent will pay,
Which if you could hear their last say,
May give my identity away