We live for death

To die I fear not, what about you?
Check yourself thoroughly
if you are afraid to die
Others’ death terrify me most
My loved ones; my admired
Friends and those I care about

The immobility of corpse scares me
The most fearful for about death
Evident it stands, but the reason eludes me
To no avail, the effort to get rid of it
Helpless the death of a beloved renders me
To cry out my heart, my only solution

Their back to life is impossible
Think about their beautiful life contributions
Death! Why did you claim what is not yours?
Do not console me for I would not listen
Miserable; the lives of dependents of your victims
I must confess your wickedness; O death

Dependents of the dead I consider
Their remembrance invokes lamentations
Strange is death; not stranger than life
To remove death; then no life
Remove life; death exists not
They are mere complements

Death of a sage baffles me more
To return his life I wish I could
His talents buried inside; wasted
Impossible to be inherited
This life is unfair
Man must work out his freedom

What we do with life is better to be feared
If not guilt, death quickly comes with a smile
Painful death comes from shame and guilt
Crystalline conscience enjoys death
More desirable than life, death becomes
Like a monster, a wicked soul fears death

About Author /

Ugonna Johnbosco Ezeomedo (ojombo) is a philosopher, poet, educationist, web developer and social & political analyst. He lives in Awka – Nigeria. He loves working with computer and other creative works.

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