The Angel of Death

Who are you to judge who’s fit to travel on their path?

And play the role no mortal shall of all-controlling god?

For human as it is to err, in conscience inexcusable

To extinguish light of life without another thought?

How bold are you, to take into your own shaking hands

Another’s child, mother, father, brother, sister, love?

How callous and conceited to judge whom may walk the Earth?

To cast a soul unto the stormclouds up above?

Grim faces may look down on you, but find no sympathy

Or thankfulness from any other conscious, human soul

To stop the forward beat of any heart in any veins

To take away another being whole?

How can you look at empty face and not see a sentient being?

How do you still the symphony of hope and laughter young

Who can be fit to cut short but a thousand possibilities

And yet you dare to end the song still waiting to be sung?

Well, I defy you Death, and turn my back on your tyranny

I won’t submit to snuffing life as flickering candle flame

How can you choose for some to live and others yet to die?

How can you choose one person when others are but the same

Perhaps with luck and destiny, perhaps with simple chance

Perhaps in random universe your wrath is at random endowed

But I’ll not take my chances and submit to willing end

I’ll fight until my breath is gone and heartbeat at last slowed

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting questions in the poem.
"Well, I defy you Death, and turn my back on your tyranny
I won’t submit to snuffing life as flickering candle flame
How can you choose for some to live and others yet to die?"
The Native Americans believe if you look quickly at your right shoulder. Death is waiting. I believe death comes when death wants. I liked the complete poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[The Hampstead Poet]

Thank you so much for your review, your kind words are greatly appreciated!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.