A Date With Our Fate
One hundred years from now
as we record our past deeds
and hang them in the dark corridors of history
will we wash the blood from our hands
gather the armies, bring out their bands
or carry the sorrows of mankind
that drips from our veins, crawls like a vine
tomorrow
we'll say, there will be peace
reality shows, death always feasts
expectations on wings are what our mouths bring
time has revealed it's war our heart's sing
greed and corruption weaves through our souls
as blood falls from our fingers, calloused and cold
"I AM HERE"
is what we scream, for all to hear
as we stare into the heavens, with disgust and sneers
for we are sick, hate grows in our heart
it cripples our soul and all of its part
tomorrow
we'll cease and be no more
we're a blemish of nature, an open sore
hope always reigns for the last minute stay
some will cry out, "save us from fate"
the cries will be heard ages to late
winds will blow the dust from the plains
revealing scattered footprints left in the hard clay
5/20/18 contest In 100 Years
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