To fortune man is just a pawn,
And till from earth he's dead and gone,
A happy life he hasn't led
For Dest'ny cares not where we tread
In life, she is a terrible judge.
If you're at peace she'll give a nudge
Then soon you're wealth she'll confiscate
And leave you poor to speculate
Why fate has been so cruel

Saturday, January 27, 2007

A Darkening World

I was feeling kind of... well, dark I guess. So, in response to the mood, I wrote this poem. I think it sounds kind of cool.

A Darkening World

Dark illusions flashing past,
Innocence broken much too fast,
Bloody wars and bloody crimes,
These are extremely unsafe times.
The young will die, the old will live,
Will we ever learn to give?
Will we ever learn at all?
If we do, content will maul
Our sense of justice, peace, and good.
We don't care even though we should.

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