Alienated Fate
ALIENATED FATE
Is life but just a game,
Are we all made the same,
Do we seek money, fame,
And only look for gain,
And every day begin the game,
All over again!
The wealthy need compassion
But just point and blame,
Leaving an unsavory stain,
No matter the country, its
Location or terrain!
The poor, no chance for school
And hungry in their pain,
Suffer war, strife, poverty
And death, know
Not the meaning vain,
And do not ever feign or
Dare to deign,
To be like them, they could
Not travel down a
Rich man’s lane!
Meanwhile the politicians
Banter on, saying their main
Concern reform, the poor
Get poorer, bane
Of their lives equality,
But pleas ignored, left out,
In torrential rain!
The rich with bowler hat,
New suit and cane,
Beware, your future will
Hold no moon to wane!
This planet’s life’s long yearn,
To achieve uniformity, and
Inherently apply the will to learn!
Copyright © Jennifer Proxenos | Year Posted 2020
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