THE TYRANNY OF FATE

THE TYRANNY OF FATE

Thou art bad oh times
Thou art wicked oh choice
If friends vilify, men art vile
Oh sun! Oh moon! Oh day! Oh earth!
Thou star! Thou sky! Air!
Art thou not enemies?

How come men haveth it not
How helpless they art without it
When cometh the time when men will have it
When they art done without it?

Oh! So much they long for it
But their doom it is and will…
So dearly they pay for it
Though it smileth with gloom

A little wonder to ponder
What consolation they gaze yonder
Always at Xeroxes of these times
Up there, for what do men yearn?

Hey! Dwelleth thou thither?
Maybe thou art the sought
On days of uncertainty when eyes point up
Fortune! Destiny! Oh fate!

Good morning great star!


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