Death, How Mean Thou Art

On a hill far away stood that old rugged demon, an emblem of suffering and shame. “Why have you done this? This was not our agreement! Why should you leave us alone? How do you expect us to cope with living without you? Does it mean we will not see again in this life? God, why? Why? It shouldn’t be you! What have we done to deserve your death? Wake up! Don’t go now…!”

Those are some of the mournful, depressing words, tragic quotes and uninspiring poems you’ve caused to come out of the lips of innocent mouths; those are the terrible lyrics of horrible agony songs that you’ve caused people you never knew and families that never planned nor rehearsed it to sing as if they were choristers. You just come in uninvited, grab your victim unprepared and take them without any consolation. No thanks to you, sad memories of our deceased loved ones surge through our minds. We can’t but point accusing fingers at you! How cruel you are in manner! How cold you are in deeds! This guy is no literature and fiction, he is for real.

When will you cease hurting people? When will you become satisfied using people as food and drinking the wine of tears from their loved ones? Countless number of homes you have put in anguish, many blaring glories you have snuffed out and many brilliant destinies you’ve sent to an untimely eternity. Why are you so blood-thirsty? And life-hungry? Why are you so invincible and full of poison? You don’t come around like a gentleman and you don’t leave without inflicting terrible wounds, probably incurable ones on the tender souls of people who turn out to be your victims? I know we all owe you, but must you be so inconsiderate? Must you demand indiscriminately? We know you; what a monster you are!

Though we can’t see you, all the lives you’ve glazed in your cold fists are under our feet, the homes you’ve entered are crushed down if not in ruins and these are pointers to your repulsive mysticism and tyrannous rule. Don’t you ever get tired? What a ruthless beast you are! Why inject your bitterness in us? How come we’ve offended you so much? When will you stop taking revenge on us? They say life is unfair, you are worse.

Your shoes of regret and languish that you’ve pulled at door-steps, the injuries of your angry bite, your dozes of horror, the footprints of emptiness which you leave behind are all evidences of your outrageous figure, scary presence, bitter deeds, hellish behaviour and evil nature. What do you stand to gain? You don’t care about age, status, race, background, achievement; you don’t want to know the place, you don’t consider time, you take no chances for granted, nor accept excuses, yours is just to execute, to annihilate according to your whim. God!

What pleasure does this give you? With all those disgusting achievements of yours, distasteful track records and evil laurels, how better have you become? Answer me! You may be the good and trusted son of your father, the devil, but you are the ugliest and most despicable of all times. Ha!

It’s a pity that no door can stop you, no human protection can tame you, no invention can curtail your handiwork, no height can intimidate you, no depth can scare you – in fact, that is your final abode and I can’t wait to see you being grounded and crying out in pains for all eternity. I know that someday you’ll come for me (at least, after I’ve fulfilled my God-ordained purpose in life); but until then you remain the meanest, the coldest, the greatest nightmare of all lives and dreams. End of story.