George Onsy writes and paints

FROM DEATH TO HIS WORST ENEMY

I am DEATH

Or so they call me,

And so they fear me.

How dare you,

O poet of no fame,

Take off my mask,

Trying to change

My dreadful name?!

Don’t you know

That it’s mortals

Who honor my law

As they waste a lifetime

Running after pleasure,

Climbing to power,

Reaping wealth

To end up in my arms

Of aging and fading health?

And I humbly reply:

Dear Death Sir,

How can I fear you,

If I’ve learned

That all passing things

Have no worth

So, for me,

You end up to be

Some sort of ‘NOT TO BE’

But a means of my REBIRTH.