The Stealer Of Souls Poem by Michael Wamalwa

Death,
A stealer you are,
Happiness,
You rob and deny,
Sorrow,
You design and create.
Grief,
Your instrument of service,
Children,
Orphans you've made them,
Wives,
Widows you've castigated,
Collision.
Berievers you cause,
Disaster,
To mourners you create.
Leaving them,
Quarrelling and struggling,
For landmarks,
By you victims established.
Death
Cruel you are
Mercy
An insult to you
Sadism
Your comrade you've made
Death
The days of an ant
Your days have become
To Sheol
Descend you will
To melt
From lips of your target