In Grim's Defence Poem by Lubinda Lubinda

I'm just a gate keeper
at the threshold between
life and death
simply collecting the souls
of the departed
maybe that's why some of you
know me as the reaper

You continue to blame me
for all the departed
but then again,
must I reject those
who willingly come to me?
am I just supposed to let them go?
besides...
can you blame me
for simply doing my job?

I patiently wait on all
dying patients
to draw their last breath
I welcome and escort them
safely into the afterlife
I even take the trouble
to attend every funeral
I wait and watch as mourners
pay their last respects!

I have been present
at the frontline of every war
carrying the bruised
and battered
into the next life
I am there simply,
to present their war weary
souls with a peaceful escape
an alternative to the carnage
happening all around them!

But, you still have the guts
to call me the bad guy
despite what I do for this world?
Don't get me wrong,
I believe death is an ugly thing
but, who is going to clean up
the wreckage it leaves behind
when i am gone?