Thursday, February 24, 2011

Death Be Not Proud

You stalk your victims mercilessly.
You strike them down swiftly
Or drive them slowly to an end without dignity.
You spare no one: Young, Old, Man, Woman, Famous, Unknown.
In the past year alone you have struck down luminaries
You have killed countless people
Too young to achieve fame.
You came stealthily at dead of night
And felled the person dearest to me.
May lightning strike you as retribution
But may you survive to mend your ways
Be merciful, gentle, swift
Until such time we humans find a way

To sail into space and eternity
Leaving you earthbound and redundant! 




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