Martin Luther Poem For History Poem by Smeliton Paynes

On a dark rainy night
And a flash of light
Luther fell to the floor
He swore to Saint Anne
To do what he can
Only trouble he saw.
A monk he came
Augustinian by name
As he took his vows to God
He was angry and sad
Thinking he was bad
He thought he was a bad cod.
They sent him to Rome
All on his own
And he was angry at what he saw
Indulgences people sold
Corruption was being told
The 95 theses hung on the door.
At Wittenburg he began to preach
About faith and salvation in there reach
And by faith alone you shall be saved
The poor people people were happy not sad
As the church itself was bad
And the salvation won't be gaved.
At the Diet of Worms Luther now stood
To recant they think he should
But to late he can't recant now
A heretic he was classed
Never once he had passed
Never did he bow.
Started a reformation
And excommunication
Luther was kidnapped by Fred
He wrote a couple of books
Not about his looks
Lucky he was not dead