Eze's Musing

What is my case against death? What vexation do I hold against Him? Is it the gloom he brings? Or the uncertainty at his wake? Which tears me most? What is my case against death? Is it the hope he snaps? Or how unceremoniously he snaps it? Which tears me the most? Which argument do I put up first? Is it that I can’t kiss my love again? Or that I wasn’t allowed to bid her a proper farewell? Which hurts me more? Do I cry for a father who was not allowed to fend for me? Or for that who was not permitted to eat from me? Do I tear for the lover I almost married? Or the wife that couldn’t stay long enough? What is my case against death? Which argument do I put up first? The gloom of death weakens His pain is unspoken The grief too great What is man’s case against death? May 2017, Nedu Eze