Death Knows not Colour

by | Apr 7, 2008 | Poetry | 0 comments

Death knows not colour

Age or sex

It comes in the day or night

When least expected

Or well prepared for

No special spell keeps it at bay

When your name it calls

For you are its

It comes under the guise of friendship

Evil or courage

Its faces are many

Its execution exact

Skilled to the last

Its timing is impeccable

The surgeon in the hospital

The medic on the battlefield

The nurse who holds a hand

All know its face

Look it in the eye

And weep

Their powers are limited

Their hearts are great

Facing the darkness every day

Every hour

Every minute

Until one day it is their time

And are welcomed with the same arms

That took their charges before

Into the valley of eternal life

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