Death Acquaintance Poem by pedro moshood

I have been acquainted with death,
Accompanying my uncle to his funeral parlor
Where i had seen bodies like still life artwork.

I've seen the funeral of many littered flock
Lying till infinity like defused missiles
Without any relatives to attend to
And give them their last honor.

I've seen many friends stabbed to death,
With their corps left to rot,
Stench and level with the earth.

I've never known love for the fear
Of the unending tears have shared
With many for the street is war within itself.

I could never register the least love
And never knew joy, honey until
I see you and see my sun stand still.