Death Is No Joke

Death is no joke, nobody can laugh at it Death is not a he or a she, death is an it Death is different, death comes like a flash Death strikes. Death is the fastest thing around I hate death. Death and friends crash All types of parties. Death comes with no sound Death strikes like a misguided or a lost laser I hate death. Death destroys everything All the time. Death strikes helicopter Airplane, car, tank, house, building and ring I hate death. I am not afraid of death Death brings a lot of pain and suffering Death is a thief. Death always finds the depth Of the soul, the core of the heart To spread grief, pain, suffering and hurt I hate death. I wish someone could kill death It is sad there is too much death, to many thefts I am out words. You and I are at the top of the cliffs. P.S. I am dedicating this poem to Kobe And Gianna Bryant, the other seven passengers and their families And to all the fans of our departed brothers and sisters. January 26,2020. Copyright © January 2020, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved. Hébert Logerie is the author of several poetry collections.