Alexandrian Sonnet 5 Poem by Alexandrian Ink

When siren yell rampantly from mortuary,
Every street poles' photo, artistically designed
And amazes, not more than that of obituary
Of youths who suddenly have just died.
Then youths and death I bring to contrast:
Is death the least youths do respect?
That, men of nowadays no longer last,
Or that death comes when we little expect?
Zounds! Had youths in their may bore in mind
That death has no fixed time or destined age,
Then they would live a life so mild and kind
And God will halt the fury of death's rage.
Oh death, I bid thee this; spear the live of every youth
But what kill youths most is where they've their hand been put.