Updated February 22, 2024, 11:40 HST
Who is death?
Why many is afraid of him?
Is he the boogey boo
Or the big foot whom we frighten ourselves—
As kids—if we don’t sleep at noon?
Who is death?
Why no one can tell where is he from?
Is he a republican or democrat?
What is his ideology?
Election time, shouldn’t we need to know?
Who is death?
Why no one wants to meet him?
Why even the notorious criminals
are shaken to hear his. . . in verdicts and sentencing?
We live avoiding him all our lives, mean.
All I know, when I meet death,
I’d get to see and touch God’s face.
Lyrics, Sentiments and Me 