Literary Corner: Death be Prideful by Barlowh

DEATH BE PRIDEFUL

We have been taught to despise
And resent you like a cow's poo.
From cradle, we've learnt to
Play not, with your angelic cold hands,
But in it, I saw a hidden beauty.

Oh death! Be prideful
For with your comely smile
You seduced Abacha, and
An adieu kiss, you gave our pains
And on your white beautiful horse
Ride the terror of O'laden.

Be not proud? I am "donne".
A rendezvous with the tyrant, I've set,
 To the day I will give him the antidote to his ailment,
Their time and hours, counting down
Like an expecting woman, waiting to be delivered.

My kind hands I lay on the terminals,
The only Einstein to their suffering,
As I take their pains with me,
Walking majestically down to Hades.

BARLOWH ©


Interpretation:I think the writer here is trying to analyze the mysteries of death and its erring beauty, sometimes death can be an outlet for some,just like euthanasia... A very thoughtful piece