Death Thou Art To Die Poem by Shanika marini Paul

Ay thou walk in the highest pride,
As thou grab the souls and stride,
Filling empty tombs in the deep delved Earth
Leaving behind tears and hurt

Yet thou slave of fate,
Smile gently at the soul thou takes,
Has thou forgotten that soul had a life?
Who art thou then to divide?

Soul from body, kith and kin,
With hardly time to repent for SINS
Dark gowned they rally in manful plea
For angels to speed the soul to the King

Death thou art to die
For no man enjoys thy cursed flight
Be gone! ! Oh death I beg of thee
And leave me alone! I humbly plea

For I must live to see my little ones grow,
And change fates suffering that humans deny
Help those who art weak, too ashamed to cry
For them I beg thee do not let me die