Just like shadows, she lurks around,
Squeezing breathes, and strangling lives.
She whispers sweet nothings that her prey can't help but fall.
She makes them taste from the cauldron of righteous evil,
Then she whisks them away like a thief makes away with his loot.
Death is not a grim reaper, but a dream ripper.
She's that whore who lures and rapes to cure
leaving tracings only of tatters and shatters.
She kills the morning and blindings the sun,
marrying them into his lonely eternalness.
Ripping men of their gory got glory,
Stripping women of their lot of pride,
Progenies she force to eat from the misery pot.
So she hurls one into darker realms of daftness,
leaving them to live out their miserable stories!
Oh thou unholy force, thou holy dung,
who made you a ruler and judge over us?
So thy visitors must be in stainless whites?
Who bewitched us to think death isn't false?
That she isn't wrong, that she's holier than us?
You tied her down with your mean shambles
That her voice became too loud to be heard.
Eyes heavy for this futility yet light to bleed.
She smiles amidst tears knowing she is innocent.
For she is but a cool and faithful servant of nature.
I am the defendant without a defense,
the litigant in a suit for aledged patience.
I've been cheated, begged, then insulted.
My children-ill health, sadness denied their rights.
How ungrateful, suing a faithful servant of nature!
© Adielechi Francisca Mmesoma Et Ben James
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A lot of fundamental issues. I'll mention the most obvious:
S2L4: "...and blindings the sun" (That's wrong!)
S2L5: "...marrying them into his lonely eternalness. (You made reference to 'she', but who's he?)
S3L1: "...Ripping men of their gory got glory" (What on earth does that mean?)