Twisted Fate

I'm pensive but can't alter,

Yet, brood over the plaster

Established in life's contour

In our mundane structure.

Man treads without caution,

Creating weapons of destruction;

Claiming superiority in ego,

Only to cause death pronto.

Nature in jackets of wealth,

For man's comfort and growth,

In the school of life to learn...

But, greed perforates his sense.

Skewed forward with hope at birth,

Our palms surrender all at death.

Like river stream, we own nothing.

Attachment to something is nothing.

Lust and anger cream us as perky fools

Which bathe man in mirage pools

For a lose of ideal identity

In deprivation of our divinity.

The invaders of our own home

Never understand what's love.

Peace always confuses you.

Your're waistes of life's candour.

Though, darkness throws a blind

To screen off havoc behind,

Your crooked minds adore danger

Even in your slumber.