DEATH
By Saeed Kamalu Bako
Slowly it enters
Without knock it picks
Unnoticed it selects
The love one it picks
I saw the mother when she screemed
I saw the love ones.gather
I saw tears like rain drop
Oh myself, oh me
It make me think of me
That day I saw him breathless
Slowly it picked him
Without knock it entered
Slowly the love one passed away
Oh, death pass my way and go far away
So I said to myself
Without you knowing it comes it quickly pick your love ones
So, I prepare and await my turn since it is called the inevitable.
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