Death
The thief of human
Thief of soul
Thief of human dimension
I mension these intention
As my body so tense
Like present tense
In sentence with past tense.
Death the thief of human lives.

No shame
No pain
No humanity
No tolerance
Never wait to steal
Never think twice to omitt
With mission of omission
Subjected in sediments of evil deeds
Death the thief of human dimension.

Death death death
On day I'll  strange you
When we meet.
Where there will be no one
But only you and me on judgement day, you are a ripper
A snatcher  so smashed
Like mash potato.
Death death death
One day will be you and me

By Bulelani Happyboy Mbanya