Children of a lesser God
Poem against injustice in general.
Methinks its decent. Tad bit immature, but still decent.
Written around 2 yrs back. Age 15.
Children of a lesser God
Scales unbalanced in reasonless prejudice,
Unfair Judgements in Justice's Halls,
With joy and happiness as servants,
And misery at Fate's beck and call.
Why do some toil in endless labour,
Only to lose what few they gain,
Whilst others in luxurious comforts enjoyed,
Breed wealth again and again.
While few fall in pits of sorrow,
Drowning in mires of sorrow and shame,
While some soar to heavens of glory,
Scaling the ever-increasing summits of fame.
Why do some see only dark clouds,
Andd miss the tiny silver line,
Whilst others when in lowest spirits,
Always seem to wear a smile.
Studded with jewels, bedecked with gems,
Some in palatial mansions reside,
While others beg scraps on busly streets,
And nightly retire on slums beside.
Why are some blessed with brilliant brains,
While others can depend on but hard work,
Where few have beauty that the world does stun,
While on others' appearance society does smirk.
Lady Luck is injustice personified,
Equality's rules does she brazenly break,
On some fortune does she shower,
Others she does cruelly forsake.
Even nature is puppet to fate's will
Sometimes becoming the messenger of death,
With no jury, no tribunals, no fairness,
She decided who will have but one more breath.
While some have walked the highway to success,
Others on difficult paths have trod,
Why do some suffer in this cruel world,
Are they children of a lesser god?
- Thriddas Anorak
The poem is quite immature, considering perception and attitude has nothing to do with luck and I do NOT believe in fate.
Its funny, the stuff i wrote earlier was crazy.
Methinks its decent. Tad bit immature, but still decent.
Written around 2 yrs back. Age 15.
Children of a lesser God
Scales unbalanced in reasonless prejudice,
Unfair Judgements in Justice's Halls,
With joy and happiness as servants,
And misery at Fate's beck and call.
Why do some toil in endless labour,
Only to lose what few they gain,
Whilst others in luxurious comforts enjoyed,
Breed wealth again and again.
While few fall in pits of sorrow,
Drowning in mires of sorrow and shame,
While some soar to heavens of glory,
Scaling the ever-increasing summits of fame.
Why do some see only dark clouds,
Andd miss the tiny silver line,
Whilst others when in lowest spirits,
Always seem to wear a smile.
Studded with jewels, bedecked with gems,
Some in palatial mansions reside,
While others beg scraps on busly streets,
And nightly retire on slums beside.
Why are some blessed with brilliant brains,
While others can depend on but hard work,
Where few have beauty that the world does stun,
While on others' appearance society does smirk.
Lady Luck is injustice personified,
Equality's rules does she brazenly break,
On some fortune does she shower,
Others she does cruelly forsake.
Even nature is puppet to fate's will
Sometimes becoming the messenger of death,
With no jury, no tribunals, no fairness,
She decided who will have but one more breath.
While some have walked the highway to success,
Others on difficult paths have trod,
Why do some suffer in this cruel world,
Are they children of a lesser god?
- Thriddas Anorak
The poem is quite immature, considering perception and attitude has nothing to do with luck and I do NOT believe in fate.
Its funny, the stuff i wrote earlier was crazy.
posted by Thriddas Anorak at 3:22 pm
1 Comments:
u r the MAN coz u do NOT believe in fate. u were born in a slum and yet u managed to rise in the ranks to get a nice education. even before u were born u instructed ur dad to fuck ur mom.
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