Death
by Vivian Abolek from Yendi, Ghana

Death, death, oh death. How wicked you are
yesterday was my grand-mother, today too
you want to come.Oh death, how cruel you
are for you don't know oldagers, teenagers
and even toddlers.

Oh death, our grand parents are dying,
our parents are disappearing, please death
have mercy and be kind.

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