Death holds no prejudice,
All will be served justice
Death has no nemesis,
Not a soul does he miss
When Death paces down the street,
Lonely people he will meet,
He shakes their hand and rids their grief,
Oh, his kindness will never cease!
The higher ups will pass them by,
Refuse to offer their pity or cries
Look above and observe the sky,
Never to question their reasons why
Why ignore those who suffer?
A brother’s pain they refuse to buffer,
God forbid they solace a heartache!
For we don’t fix what we don’t break
But Death in his kindness,
Intervenes between their affliction,
He whispers in their ears,
“Peace of mind for your submission?”
So compliantly they follow,
Despondent towards tomorrow,
The promise of His damnation,
Outshines humanity’s condemnation