Picture Prompt Poetry II

Death stands at a distance staring at all men
Waiting like a police man for a victim
Praying quietly for heaven to say amen.

She stands patiently, waiting for a failed dream
For those that would scream aloud without a voice
Waiting for her time to reign as the supreme

Every man, woman have in their hands a choice
To do what’s right, or eat from the other trees.
Only after then can one choose to rejoice.

For every act, we sure are our referees
Paying for all our sins, and maybe good deeds
No one raindrop would accept to pay flood fees

Death is around the corner, for souls she pleads
She is quite patient, and we all are her leads.

Victor Oyedele