Anytime

The army will come,
With their guns, their tear gases;
She’ll bite into her fingers,
in fear.
His fingers will move towards his chest
checking; hoping.
There’ll be quakes and mountains spewing lava;
there’ll be a broken heart,
there’ll be a broken spirit,
there’ll be sickness.
A cell gone mad,
A liver gone awry,
A bone that gave away.
He’ll come with a knife,
She’ll kill you in your sleep.
The big flying bird may lose its wings,
The long winding snake may derail.
Mobs will come in jeeps,
have your heads in gunny bags,
to throw it in the river.
Poison,
may also find you;
through words and hate and love.
He’ll drive a little too fast,
She’ll text and drive.
Anything;
Anything can come by at any time.

But why are you living,
if all you want to do is wonder
how you’re gonna go?