What has a beginning must have an end.
So after this life given you to spend,
You’ll to the beyond get another birth,
Which those left on earth refer to as death.
Death, the great exterminator,
Terminates what the Creator
With love had cared to bring to life,
And then such mortal life deprive.
Whether you are rich or you’re poor,
Black or white, still death is quite sure.
Be you righteous or wicked man,
You can’t outlive your given span.
At death let grief not fill your heart,
For death plays a necessary part;
Nor should you let tears fill your eyes,
For progress comes to him who dies.
The Lord for everyone does care,
Why looking then to death with fear?
Recognise that without it, men,
You cannot ascend to Heaven.
Think not that everything is gone
When death its part has neatly done;
You’ve within the immortal core
Which keeps living forever more.
– Victor Emmanuel Uwah, Poems From Without, 1997
