DEATH - By Akinlabi Ololade

We need not to write your 
Stories in pen ‘cos in your 
Hands lie the ink to terminate life 
No one sees the end of your story 
who dares to? 


The invisible visible spirit 
Farther-nearer to the breathing being 
The supreme god of impromptu 
Powerful than a nap 
Giving eyes an eternal dictatorial order 
To be shut... 


Who fear you 
Who doesn't dread you 
Can't submerge you 
Have no mercy for pleads 
Hear no pleads from peace. 



What is the wailing for? 
You have shut eyes again... 
The unavoidable termination to breath. 

 
©  Olholhadey (Ololade Akinlabi) 
2016

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