Whatever That Will Kill Me

Sakwa Franc

So deep and vast as a fathomless ocean

So full of spiraling eddies and currents

Who can fathom its horrendous depths? 

Its hidden recesses and crevices are inhabitable

Oh death!

Everyday your jaws are ready to devour

Rich and poor alike

Through accidents and brutality of wars

Diseases and unknown menaces

You call forth your victims!

 

Whatever that will kill me

Iam dead yet I live

Everyday we face death

To live or to die

Whatever that will kill us! 

Blessed be the womb that gave us life

But who knew this too was a grave? 

We emerged out as veterans of war

Now we have to face grave again

In triumphal procession we live again!

 

Each morning let the sun give us hope

Even though those we once loved are no more

Yet we know in our hearts they live forever

Life will swallow whatever that kills me and you

Let us live! 

 

 

  • Author: Francis (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 26th, 2023 08:42
  • Category: Unclassified
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