Death's Protest

Death's Protest

The poem protests the inevitability of death, arguing that it is unfair to cut short a life filled with love, joy, and potential. The speaker describes the beauty and vitality of life, contrasting it with the darkness and silence of death. The poem expresses anger and frustration at the cruel fate that awaits everyone, regardless of their accomplishments or desires.

By Ella Wheeler Wilcox · First published 1893 · Genre: Poetry, Philosophical, Religious · 179 words

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Why dost thou shrink from my approach, O Man? Why dost thou ever flee in fear, and cling To my false rival, Life? I do but bring Thee rest and calm. Then wherefore dost thou ban And curse me? Since the forming of God's plan I have not hurt or harmed a mortal thing, I have bestowed sweet balm for every sting, And peace eternal for earth's stormy span.

The wild mad prayers for comfort sent in vain To knock at the indifferent heart of Life, I, Death, have answered. Knowest thou not 'tis he, My cruel rival, who sends all thy pain And wears the soul out in unending strife? Why dost thou hold to him, then, spurning me?

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Poetry · Death · Protest · Social Commentary · Injustice · Human Rights · Activism · Reform · Equality · Freedom · Suffering · Oppression

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