DEATH

Does death have eyes?
Or has it assumed blindness,
unbothered to the grievances
that diminish the vibrancy in humanity.

Does death have ears?
Or has it assumed deafness,
unattentive to the wailing and mourning
that echoes in space.

Does death have a mouth?
Or has it assumed dumbness,
unwilling to state its reason for its unjust actions,
and leaving us with unanswered questions.

Does death have a nose?
Or has it assumed noselessness,
indifferent to the smell of fear
that it has instilled in the mind and heart of humanity.

Does death even have a conscience?
No, but it is ever ready to lay its hands on us.
There is no denial in its job,
irrespective of the hearts it crushes on the way.