The Fate of Our WorldA Poem by Dawn JonesBound in chains of insecurity, A child with a broken heart. Judge me not by what you see, I only play a part. The hands of fate have spoken, The Earth their voice ignites. A rising fall the token, Of a dying dreamer’s plight. A pound of flesh they seek, The blood of heartless fools. The sinners speak not for the weak, But for their own lost souls. I stand before you now, A heart of tarnished gold. Speaking all the truth endowed, Upon me by the old. There is a greater Power there, Just beyond our reach. But most would rather sit and stare, Into the darkness of the breach. You accuse the ones around you, Refusing to accept the blame. But none of that will get you through, The burning of the flames. Is it fear that keeps us silent, Our eyes averted from the crimes? Atrocious acts of violence, As we fall toward the ending times. Can a single voice be heard, Over the screaming of the world, Or will each word be blurred, As our fate unfurls?
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Added on April 9, 2011Last Updated on April 9, 2011 AuthorDawn JonesLa bocca dell'infernoAbout"Character is destiny. For the cronic do-gooder, the happy-go-lucky sociopath, the dysfunctional family, under the gun everyone diverts to who they are. We may hunger to map out a new course, but fo.. more..Writing
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