Of Fatalism
Oh God, the fatal “ism” of the “isms”
The heart and soul of life
And all its schisms.
Collisions at great speed
That caused it all
Or wait!! Perhaps…If Eve….
had let the apple fall?
Pray tell, it makes no difference
How we pray
For in the world of fate
We all just bray.
And if by chance we dare
To turn away
The “ism” of our fate
Will still hold sway.
So flee the dreary world of “ism-ism”.
Or face the fate of fate’s
Now fatal “ism”.
©8/6/2022
Of Fatalism
Sponsor Edward Ibeh
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2022
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