If We Must Die
If we must die, let it not be like hogs
Hunted and penned in an inglorious spot,
While round us bark the mad and hungry dogs,
Making their mock at our accursèd lot.
If we must die, O let us nobly die,
So that our precious blood may not be shed
In vain; then even the monsters we defy
Shall be constrained to honor us though dead!
O kinsmen! we must meet the common foe!
Though far outnumbered let us show us brave,
And for their thousand blows deal one death-blow!
What though before us lies the open grave?
Like men we'll face the murderous, cowardly pack,
Pressed to the wall, dying, but fighting back!
Death is something that no man or woman looks forward to but the sad truth is that it’s something we all have to face. With that being said, the question goes from will I die one day to how will I die and what will be the legacy that I leave behind? When I die, will people remember me for my great writing like they do Shakespeare or for my bravery and undying desire like they do Dr. Martin Luther King? God forbid that i’m remembered for something dreadfully negative such as ruining an economy and being openly racist like George Bush, who’s slow reaction to hurricane Katrina only cushions my point, or killing my own daughter and getting away with it like Casey Anthony, who couldn’t even explain how her daughter actually died. If there is one thing for sure it is that no one wants to be remembered a hog. A hog is a person who lived and died with leaving no memories behind. A person whose biggest accomplishments were learning to walk and talk or a person who was nothing more then a statistic. In the poem “If We Must Die” the conclusion of death being everyone’s eventual destination is the subject but more importantly how your death is justified is the moral. The poem explains that a noble death is far greater then dying a hog so that your blood is not...