Fate
"Fate is something which we never ask for or desire to happen, but which takes place, sometimes by forces outside our control and sometimes through our own actions"
By Poet
Dizzy, we stand at the edge of a precipice,
Looking, in fear on our Earth
Boiling, bubbling, and steaming
With streams of blood flowing
Warplanes blanket the sky.
Volcanic sounds pierce the ear.
Booms of gun shots rent the air
Lightning passes blinding the eye
A sword dangles on a thread
Ready to fall anytime over our heads.
Might dissipates men’s sight
From everywhere rises the bleak cry for help
Can we avert our fate…?
Alas, it is a fate of our own making!
Friends, toll the bells!
Fall on our knees and pray,
To all Gods we can call.
We are on the brink of an apocalypse.
For the time being, we are on a truce.
But soon the war cry would sound,
And we have to succumb to our dreadful fate.
Feb. 17. 2023
~ Placed Second~
Writing Challenge- F words Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Constance La France
Copyright © Valsa George | Year Posted 2023
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