I am death,
as silent and as dark as a moonless night.
awaiting peoples’ final breath.
I am nightshade,
disguised as a blameless berry.
because of it animals’ lives fade.
I am winter,
bringing sickness and hopelessness with me,
with frostbite I bite off toes and fingers.
I am arsenic,
taking the lives of of artists,
in the form of green paint.
I am a gun,
spitting bullets at the innocent or guilty,
reaping souls is my inevitable fun.
I am a tyrant,
slaughtering ones who speak truth,
spreading lies and enslaving the poor.
I am plague,
mercilessly massacring children and elderly alike,
remorseless and vague.
I am a criminal,
proven guilty in court,
waiting for freedom.
I am war,
the machine-guns rattle,
felling soldiers like trees on the bloody floor.
I am love,
anyone can shatter me,
anyone can reinforce me.
I am a birthday,
gathering friends and merriment,
always a special day.
I am Christmas,
snow in streets,
the masses of people make other people nervous,
and red stockings filled with savouring sweets.
I am springtime,
with bunnies and flowers of every colour,
a sunny and luminous season.
I am Holi,
a colourful and fun day
I am friendship,
sometimes broken most of the time restored,
a bond between a person and another.
I am school,
arguments and fights take place at break or lunch,
other than that, a good opportunity.
I am summer,
trips to beaches and swimming pools,
no woolly and itchy jumpers,
a bright time.
I am a child,
whole-hearted and innocent,
naughty most the time.
I am me,
who might you be?