Power of Death

Death is too powerful, it describes me
As a scribe too easy for books in death.
Smaller than life, a mistake emerges,
This mistake becomes conflated with errors
Of great centuries, and so death rolls on.
Remove from your possessions
The meaning of death and sacrifice.
A villain vanquished, we slay with damage
So that deadly people slay each other.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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