Wicked stranger

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  • Death

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    Mr Death does visit when one is happy,He takes away the happiness and enjoy to watch his victim's beloved cry.

    Wicked stranger

    He comes in the morning

    When the pots and dishes are filled

    He sits to watch them eat

    Once they attempts to start

    He shakes it off their hands

    And mock them “Failure”

    He watch as they fade away

    With their loved ones

    Soaking their pillow in tears and pains

    They ask him a lot of questions

    That he don’t care to answer

    Tell me, what sort of creature are you?

    Why do you choose to dwell

    In a place where you are not welcomed?

    Just for you to cause them

    These sweet agonies.

     

     

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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