Death Is Ugly

Oh death, You are ugly! Get away from me! Each time you laugh Your guttural laugh, Like a Python, I know you have devoured Another poor soul I know because evil forest Lives next door Every witching hour, I observe your lifeless victims From my tiny window, Where I plead my own case As they ferret one unfortunate soul case after another To the church yard No one knows who is next Or what hour you will cold-cock Even the most vicious witch, Witch doctors are impotent When you register for them Your confederate earth and earth worm Know not to pique you For fear of famishing The day a coffin maker Swears at you, He goes home without a bounty Doctors who snooze with cadavers Shudder ceaselessly when you sneeze A morgue attendant Would rather have his eyes plucked out Than peep through the window of a morgue; For angst of what lays in wait... What the peeper has spied The maw cannot orate An obdurate hover, Knows not to stalk A soul case into it's crypt For death angst I have hailed you Ozoemena And christened my folks Onwubiko That has not pacified you You have only lent a deaf ear To my feverish entreaties Tonight, I shall restrain all sacrifices to you And your allies I have heard of a sure-fire Ace Who once bequeathed you An undying pin-fall Before you skedaddled from Hades And commenced afflicting everyone The poor and rich Are at your mercy My folks and I Shall seek solace in the sure-fire Ace Oh! I see your guttural laugh dissipating! Because you know He is coming to judge The living and the dead Death, concoct yourself You will not be passed over Your internment is at hand As our people ventilate: death dey smell You have caused enough pain, sorrow and suffering To our people When the master descends on you, You shall get an overdose Of your own pills Death, You are already ugly; You are going to look Even uglier six feet under!