The Death of Tom Robinson.

THE DEATH OF TOM ROBINSON.

I stood alone with nobody to call my own.

I was being prosecuted by the whites,

Which of whom hated my sight.

Where did I go wrong?

I was merely walking along,

When Miss Mayella called me out from a distance,

Where I could hear her for an instance.

I rendered my service and even my pride,

But instead I got taken on a big fat ride.

What a fool I was!

Without a reason or a cause.

I thought the good got rewarded?

But surely in this case I didn’t get applauded.

So this rhyme is to show,

That being helpful is like a mole.

Who only burrows itself,
Into an all time new low.

- Priscilla Lim Shan Pheng,

Sec 2A (27)

For those of you who have read the critically acclaimed book "To Kill a Mockingbird" than you should know what i am talking about. Tom Robinson was a black man who was put to death unjustly and basically because the town was prejudiced.
This is a poem i came up for my Literature assignment, hope you have enjoyed it as much
as i had fun writing it.

=)