Oh! Death you will undo me 

You will make me pick a knife and stab thee

Whanest thou this?:

Stretching those filthy hands on another branch of my tree; 

Making me rush into a dark room, hug a pillow and shed tears;

Making me cloak again in black robes.

Can't one wink an eye without thou stealing?

Can't life be trusted in your care without thou betraying? 

Why art thou so cowardly in thy schemes?:

Grappling with callow little'uns for grandpa and grandma 

Burgling into students homes to steal their parents

While they away engrossly converse with education 

Why dost sad faces whet thou wrinkled wench?

Thinkst thou art brave making me mourn? 

Lo! More merit making mettlesome match be that thou canst match

If thou thinkst thou art brave 

Go to Africa and wrestle and win corruption 

Go to South Africa and exterminate xenophobia

And stop being a ghoul to corpses of life, fate and desires

Thou art a knave to sickness, accidents, betrayal, mischief and deceit 

Quit stealing from me most villainous wench

Or else I'll stab thee,Death, to death ; I promise I'll stab thee. 

(For a guardian,a mother,& a friend ,I lost to an untimely death)