Death's Cry

• Tanisha Chari, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2017

I sit here at my workplace,
Beyond the world of space,
Beyond the world of man,
Deciding your lifespan.
I sit here at my worksite,
Choosing who will die tonight.
And with my scissors in my hand,
I slowly cut a strand.
But you see that was no ordinary thread,
It was a thread of life and once cut, a human turns dead.
For my name is death and killing is what I do,
They hate and fear me but in the end it's me they'll come to.
They say I'm cruel, they say I'm unjust.
But what I do is what I must.
Every human will demise,
And with a snip of the scissors, another dies.