Immortal Death. Poem by Tony Adah

When birth bid us come and weaned
Withe good life we think that life itself
Should forever shine
When the cruel time comes
To roll us upon the sea of ice
We fear what we would have done
Everything possible to accept
In the glow or dim of twilight
When the vulture comes to prey
And in vain we pray
We capitulate!

Death, O' immortal death!
The tyrant that names his mortal ways
In any way he chooses
That everyman must shed the cloak
Of their earthly garments
The fear that bears in kings,
Nobles and commoners alike

Those who die
Are those who laze-gaze
At the daunting world
For the immortals write their names
In the sands of time
O' immortal death!