Death Did Not Kill Those People Poem by David Olusanya

Death did not kill those people;
Be wise, and let not your minds be little!
Death is not guilty,
He only discharged an easement duty.
Death was not around,
When those bodies collapsed to the ground.
Death has an alibi;
The sun and the moon have come to testify.

But yet their souls still screams,
From the direful dungeon of disembodied dreams.
These wandering ghosts are grudging,
They have no bodies to lodge in.
'Ask the sun and the moon,
They shall expose our murderers' cocoon';
They cry on with heart-borne pains,
And repeated the same in sorrowful strains.

The sun and the moon saw it all;
They testified to big secrets and small.
They said the guns were naive,
And only responded to their wielders' relieve.
They said the blades were enslaved;
Else, they'd have conversely behaved.
Truly, death is not guilty;
He only relayed a relief responsibility.

The murderers are the those malicious men;
Whose first victim was their astute acumen.
They said they are the rod of rebuke,
And unswerving adherents to the Holy book.
They slay the young and old,
Like wolves in the sheep fold.
They dice the lives of our infants;
And mold them into morbid miscreants.

Yet we, the privileged ones,
Hear and think of these only once.
Life is a gift for those who know,
How to bring up those that are low.
Who shall prosecute these murderers? -
The rod of rebuke bearers.
Remember; death didn't kill those people;
Be wise, let not your minds be little.

David O. Olusanya