The Stings of Death.

The Stings of Death.

Death has lived with man

since man’s creation,

with force death has ruled

over mankind;

before it man trembles and

befuddles,

in its absence,

mankind discombobulate.

From sun rise to sun set,

death bears no good name,

its records and accounts

before man elicits no joy,

rather sad memories-

it relates.

Without notice death visits,

without warning it strikes,

cry, anguish, pain, and wailing-

foursome fruit it bears-

incurable open wound and

vacuum it leaves behind

after visit.

Without shame,

children it turns orphan,

without the-heart-of-a-man,

wives and mothers,

it makes widows.

Without pity and

compassion,

husbands and fathers,

it reduces to single parents.

Criminally,

families it denies loved ones,

without considering

the cost,

society it decimates.

Desirable it snatches

in their prime,

valuable trees in forest

it fells without sympathy.

With insatiable demand,

it ravages human society,

with fanatical zeal-

it sucks society dry.

In battlefields and

war zones,

death becomes

major beneficiary,

as few lives return home.

in pestilence,

in pandemic, and

during plague,

it harvests so much,

until vaults and graves

are overfilled.

In violence-death

remains joyous-

in calamity it celebrates,

in tragedy it rolls out drums,

in pain, distress, and trouble-

it felicitates.

In adversity, sorrow, and

torment,

thunderously, it claps hands;

in disaster and misfortune

cymbal, harp, flute, and trumpet

become its immediate friends.

In the day,

light it turns red or

dark;

during the night,

lunar eclipse it gives

to cast shadow upon

the earth that sons of

mankind shall not see,

but to walk and to weep

in darkness.

Death! Death!! Death!!!

Shall I cave in because of

your evil deeds?

I say: No!

Death! Death!! Death!!!

Shall I shiver because of you?

No! For conqueror, I shall be.

In face of stings you pull-

I shall never waver in my

faith-

in face of damage and

pain inflicted,

I shall bear with equanimity.

In face of setback,

you caused,

I shall never lose hope,

in face of your violent roar,

I will remain steadfast.

With certainty,

I shall conquer,

without doubt,

I shall win.

I may cry today,

be in sackcloth for a time,

cover my head in ashes,

I shall never go forever;

with passing of time

healing shall come,

pain of yesterday

shall go.

In the end,

Death-thou shall be-

silenced and put to

shame forever.