Death

It knocks; unannounced pillaging the plight of the privileged and the underserved.

Really hard, piercing our hearts to wound.

What pain has it got to cause?

It ravages and take away the loves we love.

Leaving loved ones behind.

It knows no for.

Not regretting nor caring our existence.

Taking ouloves…..Tearing our homes.

Our soul drenched in sorrow, as we bow with our fellows.

Nothing comes because all is gone….

And never do they come back.

We are left alone to carry this worldly load,

And there is nothing distasteful than the scars it created.

It is that land they go, the land we go and the land of bliss and bloom…. The land of pain and grief… it’s the land we despise but of dwellings.

And even if we are not willing it finds faith in nature.

Taking ouloves.....Tearing our homes.

Alone, traumatized by the tears and the solitude they leave us.

It leaves us no choice because it’s the only option.

We are afraid to see the light since the days dress us dark, but we quest to perceive the light.

Taking ouloves…...Tearing our homes

A heartless creature by nature …

Stealthily Steeling and Stealing from what nature has blossomed.

And  for that our hate for him has no measure.

To undo the harm done to nature.

Asiedu Adwoa Kyerewaa

(Asiedu Adwoa Kyerewaa has authored many published and unpublished poems and articles.

She is currently in her  final year at Abuakwa State College-Kibi. Adwoa loves to craft and weave poem.)