Death's Friends Poem by Kassem Oude

Death absolutely is need
When all joys of life gone
Laying in bed as old seed
Tongue wailing the face frowns

Death forgets still away
Ailing old wouldn't take
It likes him in pain sway
Torture to others it would make

War and gun are its friends
Flood typhoon thunder quake...
Many lives at once it would rend
Souls as many as it could break

It seeks young in the spring
Thirsty drinks running blood
Sowing sorrow and mourning
Sawing heads tyrant glad.

3/2/2009