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A Lost Cause

Updated on December 29, 2011

In a world where we are forged out of fragile glass

Where people furnace gold and diamonds out of brass

We are born blind into this world damaged and alone

To the sickness and gluttony of the desiring soul we’re prone

We have learned to enjoy the façade and lie to the world

Being driven by the currents of fate like a fatalistic herd

~~Fake prophets of our time~~

Blind prophets, swallowed by desire

Let the gold blind their eternally visionless eyes

Until the food they put in their mouths turns fire

Until their own reflection in the mirror they despise

Counterfeit preachers, pursuers, never satisfied

Born traitors, yet to the outer world glorified

With shiny armors yet rotten from the inside

Too blinded by their self-claimed pride

With no history, only vanity and lust

We have let our legacy turn to dust

Driven by envy we walk a destiny not our own

As our souls have sold to the devil & are not our own

~~questions in life~~

Perhaps it is desire that is associated with fate

Or are we born with a predisposition to end up in this state?

Fragile alone yet defective by birth right

A one eyed beast, we are, what a revolting sight

The world has turned repulsive and humanoid

As the our humanity is consumed by the void

Repent-less creatures, Scavengers that feed on the weak

A creature with no heart, in deed the future is bleak

Consumed by hate we have claimed our rightful place

On God’s land, surpassing both time and space

Empty shells, spiteful and greedy, with no core morals

And so we have shaped the mold for the ultimate mortals

Sometimes I envy those living and existing on the edge of society

As they are disjoint, from a world acting all haughty and mighty

Perhaps if each one of us went back to his naïve childish nature

He might learn to live life to suffice, love and care to nurture

By the end of the day we were forged out of the dirt

And will die broken fragile scarred by life and hurt


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    • Uriel profile image

      Uriel 5 years ago from Lebanon

      Thank you Rosemay for your comment :)

    • Rosemay50 profile image

      Rosemary Sadler 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

      Greed and power crush this world of ours

      Great poem

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      Uriel 6 years ago from Lebanon

      i couldn't agree more :D

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      raciniwa 6 years ago from Naga City, Cebu

      so pathetic, but true...those people should be ashamed...