Who Fears Death by Emmanuel Ayeh's

Who has seen death?
who has been to death’s house?
Has it sharp claws?
Has it long, sharp teeth?
Is it a monster?
How does it rip lives out of humans?

No one who lives has seen death
Yet, death hovers around us
It is hungry and never fed up
Day by day, as the clock ticks off
Death swallows lives
Its doctrine, the tick-tock
of the clock

Death, like sleep, blows its flute and plays its drum

No one hears it…no one knows it
Until the beats reach one’s door
And one dances uncontrollably to the inevitable sounds
Then would one know that it has come

Death is like a boat
sailing with corpses over a river of lifeless creatures
a journey to the afterlife;
the world of rest
Death is the key
that opens and closes
Sheol, the gates to afterlife
And this, too, is inevitable

Death is dark and ugly
if the mourners sing nothing of you
Death is colourful and attractive
if the mourners sing of you
good things that make you live on and on in their worlds

So let the mourners cry out their hurt
stop them not
for sooner they’ll become weary
and know we owe death a price

But death would not keep us mangled for long in its chains
For there’s hope of rising again
In a soul supreme

How inevitable is this price
we would pay someday