I saw how you took my dear grandpa,
how you made my mom wipe her eyes with the tips of her wrapper,
and how you suddenly made my grandma a widow,
only allowing her to see the world through her window.
I remembered how you made grandma worry so much,
she had lost the love of her life- her better half,
I knew how you made her lovesick,
till you took her away with your cold hands.
I can tell of how you took my favourite friend,
we had plans, we had goals,
to be friends till infinity- to keep our love till the end,
but you visited her with the sickness that made her travel six feet below the earth.
I've heard of how you made lovely homes desolate,
I was told of how you've made beautiful wives suffer from the effects of widowhood,
I read of how you made happy children homeless,
for how long shall you continue to pollute this world with your works.
Though to some, you give rest,
but to many, you give distress
and cause them to wail sadly.
How long can you be happy with your deeds?
Dear death, the universe has come
to accept the fate that you are inevitable,
but I urge you to allow the farmers eat of their fruits and vegetables,
allow the aged to eat the fruits of their labour.
Allow the youngsters to enjoy their life
and allow the infants to have a taste of life.
Allow the parents to nurture their children
and allow the pregnant women to deliver safely.
Thank you for your time.
My pen doesn't bleed, it speaks, with speed and ease.
Still me,
My tongue is like the pen of a ready writer.
Olawalium; (Love's chemical content, in human form). Take a dose today: doctor's order.