Death Argues

Death may argue, fuss and conquer the masses,
Killing is an idea of the devil when used.
It is an obstacle, a day is spent in its memory;
Our memories glisten as diamonds
Drinking the health of the potion of strength.
Death is banging on the door after much study,
Depending on where you knock, and when you demand.
May atoms have awe in this ritual,
The appearance of their image is vital
For the benefit is eternal and great.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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