'The Random Selected' by Ahmed Abdullah

The poem focuses on the futility of trying to outrun time which hides in the form of death. It is a serialization of the random selector.

The Random Selected by Ahmed Abdullah

It isn’t short nor is it tall

It sirens in peoples thought

It will give you a call

In a battle it has won all it had fought

It has one name

Yet with a presence in more than a million place

It has a sarcastic fame

The random selector the menace

They call it death because it kills

A licensed murderer that can’t be reached

In the rivers, the skies or hills

It will reach you without being breached

Everybody body will taste it

The cold hand shoving through the throat certainly

As it reaps the soul out, bit by bit

Or sometimes in a hurry, ungentle and quickly

You have been randomly selected

Deal with it!

Ahmad Abdullah, AKA Ahmad Holderness is a medic and a writer who is about to be published. He is the director of Home Of Book foundations that seek to help Nigerian youths to read and write better. His writings can be viewed at  and you can follow him on instagram at @home_of _books_foundation

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