The Bondage Of Death Poem by Stephanie Apila

We've become slaves of death
Death has developed wings
Like those of an eagle
The one that just got hold of prey

Death has helpers among us
Those elevating the latter's pride
The pride of taking more lives
Lives of masses with no much effort

Death's assistants should be awakened
I bet they haven't seen the traitor in him
Employees of death need to quit
At least we shall grieve less

We've become slaves of death
Humans' ignorance is to his advantage
Slaughter of humans by humans
All for death to claim the victory.
STEPHANIE APILA