Death Poem by Muyark Olamilekan Hlestakolve

Death

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Oh! Be it death
The sojourner of sorrow
The red serpent
The slayer of born and unborn life
The terminator of dreams
The destroyer of fission
Death be it!
You have no friend nor foe
You take no bribe, nor feel shy of any living being
You lay your hand on king, likewise the slaves
You lay your hand on old, likewise the young's
As you killed the wealthy one's, so you did to the poorer
No one dare to question your handy-work
Be it death
Don, t lay your cold hand on me
Cause, I have drank the fruits of life
Surpass me and go on your way
For I have more life to live
The unquestionable being
Be go, on your unfinished quest.

Friday, December 28, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: death
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem was originaly dedicated to one of my secondary school days shiffu 'Mr Oladele Muttolib'., who died recently in this outgoing year 2012 december.RIP Master.
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