UNWISE DEATH

                

                                              

          

  But death, ye be no respecter of circumstance of person

          And your actions, you perform without regards to understanding

You serve as cape to further the fuel of the mysteries of the diabolic

Balance to check the superiority of the highest medics

And incontestable fact beyond and without burden of proof

that any judicial line could testify.

        But death, little do you know that silence itself is a supreme answer to every question

And the sovereign solemnity of eternal quietness

Is more a confusing mystery than death itself

         A mystery to those who acquire it.

And being humans that we are,

Silence we know can only relate to negativity

Unrolling rivers of tears and deep hearts full of grief

            The mistake you make death, unknown to you is that

             You put the good ones to rest

             Censor silence on the wicked and

             Storm up confusion in the hearts of the living wicked

Death, ye be no respecter of circumstance of person

And even at that, the swift and unthinkable ways you perform

Depict that ye be the least of the wisest of unnatural emotions.

                         

              By  AKIN-DEKO OLUWABUNMI.