Monday, October 22, 2018

Master Of Our Fate

Master Of Our Fate
© Surazeus
2018 10 22

He walks down sunny streets, snapping his fingers,
and declares he is prophet of the truth
because he wrote the book about the hero
who shows us how to create our own fate.

Though other people abuse us with hate
to exploit our energy for their gain
we rebel against their authority
and make ourselves the master of our fate.

To be the most self-sufficient I can
I must plant seeds in the soil by the river
and tend the plants till they yield me their crops
then I will eat food to sustain my soul.

On island grass between thoroughfares
he tends garden of fruit while cars flow past
till police tear his plants up by the roots
and lock him in the cell of iron bars.

Soul fractured by brutal beatings in jail,
the prophet from Garden of Eden walks
empty streets of the vast city at midnight,
then lies down on the clean porch of the bank.

We are the master of our fate, he grins,
watching rain splash against store window glass
where the face of the woman appears bright
the hour he understands the truth and dies.

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