Haiku Bad Things

The bell tolls people
The death is amoung us
It is frightening.

Is the black plauge
Going to destroy us
And no cure is here?

Stop that man!
He is a dirty thief
Who stole my wallet!

Aww, Cheer up laddy,
Do not fret about the hurt
Of a small scratch.

Here is a flower
It will give you happiness
And act as an aid.