Death would come to us all 
How? When? Where? 
No one really knows. 
By the sickbed 
By the road 
Thru an accident 
Or murder by foe 
We could sleep tonight 
And never wake up 
We could be just sitting 
And be bombed along with others 

Death 
Because we fear it 
It becomes an object of threat 
A means to an end? 
A retaliation? 
An act of aggression? 

Death 
When will it stop to be a debt 
By one hand, by one group 
How many times will it be 
A tool to achieve a cause 
Or when is a cause worthy 
To cause a life of a mother 
A father, a child, a pickpocket 
A beggar, a priest, or a criminal? 
When will life ceased to be commodity 
Used to barter to gain one great cause supposedly? 

When one has the power yet have a dark intent 
When one believes that everything else is unimportant 
When an injustice becomes justifiable 
Then I would fear them above Death 
For the likes of them 
Knows no mercy and possess a manic mind
That is beyond any counseling 

Like a gambler so invested in the game on the table 
They would play all in and if it isn't enough, 
They would waste away bodyparts 
Not their own, but that of their love ones. 

Death, life and a gambler 
Those three shouldn't meet and greet. 
Look at Davao? 

*My heart goes out for the families of the victims. My prayers for the dead and my indignation to those responsible. May all of you suffer the same senseless death by your own hands.

Published 3rd September 2016
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