WOE UNTO DEATH.

The one that has no respect for man or Woman.

The one that does not care about your plan.

The one that does not care if you are rich or poor.

The one that does not care if you are young or old.

It strikes when it wishes, be it hot or cold.

That one is DEATH.

it's the aftermath of Birth.

As long as one has been born, one must die.

Every Celebration of your Birthday is a countdown to your deathday.

For every day that passes, for every hour that ticks

For every Minute that goes, for Every second that ticks

Death sends it's demons to harvest people and they do random picks

WOE UNTO DEATH

WOE Unto the one that does not inform man before it comes

Woe unto the one that allows a mother to celebrate the birth of a new baby

Only for it to strike 3 days after and Throw the family into Mourning

Woe unto the one that steals people’s joy in the evening and In the Morning

Woe unto the one that dares to strike at midnight

When everybody has gone to bed thinking all is right

Oh death, why would you strike a doctor that is taking care of the sick?

You don’t care if that person is strong or weak

You don’t care if the person has good plans for the week.

Woe unto the one that strikes the benefactor of a family at his prime

After all the hardwork and bidding his time

You death, you allow one to grow, you allow one To go through hardship

Only for you to take the person when it’s time to drive his ship

Woe unto the one that comes in different ways

Woe unto the one that has so many Demons that man can't control all.

Yes, death has it's demons.

The demons are the means by which Death comes.

It could come through a Diesease.

It could come through sickness.

It could come when one is asleep.

It could come when nations are at war.

It could come when one is trying to make Technological advancement.

It could come just after one's engagement.

Oh death, why would you come the same night a man gets married?

You allow the family Members to put in their efforts and time

You allow them to invite friends and enemies for a big event

You allow them to put in all their emotions towards a particular day

And then you come the same night

You turn a man's happiest day to the saddest day

This in turn has a trigger effect on the relatives

They suffer emotional unrest throughout their life 
Oh why?

Why allow them to spend money for a gallant event

And still have to spend money almost immediately for a Funeral

If only you had told them how and when you would come

Perhaps their family would just prepare for the Funeral alone.

Woe unto the one that takes away the good people on earth.

Woe unto the one that Scientists, Professors and Doctors cannot predict accurately when it would take away a sick person.

Woe unto the one that the writer of this piece cannot exaust it's description.

Woe unto the one that would make every reader of this piece think about a lost one.

Woe unto the one that does not give friends a chance to say goodbye to each other.

Woe unto the one that separates a son from his father.

Woe unto the one that Separates a daughter from her Mother.

Woe unto the one that ensures that the graveyard is where there is abundance of talent not discovered and unleashed.

WOE UNTO DEATH. WOE UNTO DEATH.

Written by: ADEKANYE OPEOLUWA SAMUEL

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