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Destiny's Joke
scroll of achievement
on her hands, as a lighted
baton to hold up high
as she runs through life
earned through sweat and tears
at last the illuminating paper
framed and mounted
like a beacon on her wall
smiling into the light
laughing with delight
tomorrow I will enchant
the whole world
with the might of my pen
with the sharpness of my brain
I will change the world
from the darkness to brightness
smiling through averse conditions
laughing at her adversary
writing furiously against wrongs
months are turning to years
she fights on running on battlegrounds
shooting like crazy at shattered bodies
writing to her papers, angrily
right the wrongs write the wrongs!
the drones droned on at night
the politicians bury her colleagues
they are shot while having a cigarette
she cries in agony at typhoons anger
deep lines on her face
sagging cheeks know no smile
eyes stark with fear and anger
stare into the darkening world
Light of the Moon
reflecting on crashing waves
like silvery water
on bowls of darkness
standing alone
looking into the horizon
she knew the coldness
was her destiny
she writes on furiously
getting the screaming words
out of her head
she is not atlas...
No not at all
but she writes on.
on her hands, as a lighted
baton to hold up high
as she runs through life
earned through sweat and tears
at last the illuminating paper
framed and mounted
like a beacon on her wall
smiling into the light
laughing with delight
tomorrow I will enchant
the whole world
with the might of my pen
with the sharpness of my brain
I will change the world
from the darkness to brightness
smiling through averse conditions
laughing at her adversary
writing furiously against wrongs
months are turning to years
she fights on running on battlegrounds
shooting like crazy at shattered bodies
writing to her papers, angrily
right the wrongs write the wrongs!
the drones droned on at night
the politicians bury her colleagues
they are shot while having a cigarette
she cries in agony at typhoons anger
deep lines on her face
sagging cheeks know no smile
eyes stark with fear and anger
stare into the darkening world
Light of the Moon
reflecting on crashing waves
like silvery water
on bowls of darkness
standing alone
looking into the horizon
she knew the coldness
was her destiny
she writes on furiously
getting the screaming words
out of her head
she is not atlas...
No not at all
but she writes on.
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