Deathly Leader

The great majesty of death is like a leader,
He spans his life, working in unison, never in wrong.
Great majesty worked with the sword of strength,
Now you must smile so sweetly, reading us instead.
Those deeply imprisoned in the carcass
Sometimes marvel so well, over and above.
Death is too sweet if you are sweet with water
That made you live on this Earth.
A leader will arrive on this Earth
And his objective will be halved
Giving him more time to command his own strength.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!