No Fate
A poem about the current state of life and the future.
Make not light of what seems so wrong
Listen to the children cry
Where were your thoughts when you missed the gong
The bells echoed throughout the sky
Their screams unheard
Their purpose denied
Most hear nary a word
Already dead inside
Belief in something better than what we gave
To feel a purpose that matters becomes rare
See one's reason more than a blindfolded march to the grave
To dream of mattering enough that others might care
We leave not the glory of a wonderful life ahead
Not rich lands, peace, or even tranquility that abounds
Torture and torment awaited the young instead
To their screams, the dead, shielded from the sounds
We left no fate but what we chose for the ones that follow
Indignity and suffering await them at our end
For that's the reward of lives so hollow
Our young suffering a fate not wished on a friend
We left no fate
Not one that was good
Only one filled with hate
No chance to change it, even if we would
About the Creator
Jason Morton
From fiction to reality there’s tons to share about this crazy life. From being a single father, an officer, and having had many insane adventures while I learned about the world, my imagination runs wild with ideas.
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