Psycho

For homework I had to listen to a song and write a poem "interpretation" the music. Here it is:

Pyscho-The Murder

DEATH! DEAth! Death! death!

Something a human can never avoid
No one can predict when it will come
The young and old, it strikes the same
It seems to be life’s little game

The cute little girl running out to play
The old man, kneeling by his bed to pray
The old wise woman, scarred by this life
The young unborn, free from strife

The boys frolicking in the sun
The young man eating a dry, crusty bun
The cruel gang member flashing his knife
The starving, begging for their very life

Each one of these will have their turn
To meet their maker and some will burn
Let us hope we have been a light
To those that did not get it right

When I finally die, I will fly away to heaven
I have known this for sure ever since I was seven
But what about the rest of the human race?
How many will go to the right place?