Showing posts with label swallow. Show all posts
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Sunday, October 29, 2017

DEATH IS FICTION

Why live when we shall all die?
Why the cry when our friends or family die?
Why ask why when they die young?
Why not die and meet them beyond?
Death has got right
And it's our right to die.
"But not young" so many losers fight
A citation of the blind loosing sight.
Think of death, and live.
Think of troubles and be relieved.
"Fear", just a friend to your enemy,
Death, expertise in tragic tales.
Die, and I will cry
Though just for a while
But to keep the tears in my eyes,
Make me cry now that you are alive!!!
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Death is simply fiction...

I wrote this some years ago. That day, I remember, the death of someone was in the air, death proved itself to be inevitable once again.

Who in this life hasn't lost somebody to death? In fact, I lost someone last week, and one last month. I even have a friend who is preparing for her grandma's burial this month. We lose some people in their old age and some in their young age.  Some die rich and some poor, some well behaved, and some very stubborn. So I'm sure it's way long a known fact that irrespective of who you are, Mr. Death will get hold of you someday.

Since death is inevitable, I believe everyone should prepare for it. Oh! That's why the statement, live like its your last day, was birthed. In the economics, they call it maximum utility.

When someone dies, one question creeps into my mind always, "who was he?"

The world is getting corrupt the more each passing second, so is man getting selfish. Now life is lived for just self. No one cares to build a name while still alive. Wealth acquisition is obviously encompassing a wide range of space in the hearts of men than having a good name.
The media houses celebrate and preach money owners like they are Christ, and the poor masses acquiesce and gulp it in like it is the message.

This is always a bitter pills to swallow, it is simply the truth.
"Not everyone was created to experience old age."
So I don't cry or mourn because someone dies, but I mourn and pity the world for losing a rare gem; that's if the person is worth crying for.

Don't crucify me, rather look into every word in this article to get life to live.

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