The life unsought goes home

Behind the veil of secrecy

In the concealed hour of the day.

Erased from every platform

Like a pencil dot from paper

It’s better lost than gained

The unsought life is owned

By another who knows nothing

Of the value of the life unsought

Nor it needs to keep being

The other doesn’t even know

Doesn’t know about the end

Nor when the end knocks

Yet the other seeks the end

And the end comes

No one tries, no one dares-

Stop the menacing end

The other has the right

Probably given by law

Behold the vital fluid oozing

From the veins of the guiltless

Giving endless cry of misery

To the Giver of life unsought

The Giver hears and fumes

And the tears of the Sun drop

© Ifeoma Ezekafor