Death Be Not Proud

A poem I had to write for English class in high school

Death be not proud

You rob innocent children and noblemen

All just because you say you can

This very thing enrages me

Is this the way you have to be?

That child that girl that boy

Is more than just oen of your toys

He holds a nobl heart and soul

Unlike yours as hard as coal

Is there something you need to let out?

That your very soulhas never frolicked about

To save a life to change man kind

And you kill both so jelious so blind

Never to feel as a kind person's felt

Never experianced love and compassion delt

With the loss of a loved one

To feel the first teard just some of many to come

Maybe you should open up your mind

And leave your life of robbing souls behind

Then just then

Will you know just when

To make your promise to make your vow

That you would rob begining now

Oh death be not proud of your profession

Until you come through wit your confession

That you will never again want to kill

Or rob people against their will

Then you can be you so proud

And say out loud

I'm a changed soul

No longer one made of coal

But until that day

Death oh horrible death you must stay

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!

Reviews

[John]

A very unique idea to write a poem about death telling him he has the horrible profession. It humanizes something people normally fear. There were many verses I liked in this such as this one which is probablly my favorite. "That child that girl that boy
Is more than just oen of your toys
He holds a nobl heart and soul
Unlike yours as hard as coal"

Again good work