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The Cross Road - A Poem

By Ayomide Aroloye on Fri, 23/01/2015 - 14:32

Today on  ZODML Poetry Corner, Ayomide Aroloye shares a poem on death and vanity. Are you a writer? Share your poetry, short stories, opinion pieces, book reviews and NYSC experience with us by emailing editorial@zodml.org

 

Walking through the path

Ones own glory in vain

Ridden along in a cart

Echoes of the heart pain

 

It has no respect for any

Picking whoever he chooses to

Adversaries attack many

Nothing more to do

 

You pierce the heart

Making the soul bleed

Taking loved ones

All for your greed

 

At the end of the cross road

There lies two paths

One broad

One narrow

 

Even monarchs fall prey

No one knows when he comes

Like a thief in the night

It strikes like a snake

 

It has no remedy

It is the untimely visitor

One is never ready

It is seen as the creditor

 

 

Once it visits

You are up for judgement

Once you fail

You are up for condemnation

 

Death

Leave us mortals

To enjoy this one life

Feast on immortals

 

But if not

Watch your back

For if possible

I will kill you

Image Source: Livescience

 

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