Friday, December 11, 2009
Destiny Despite the Devils
Injustice is an evil thing
And suspicion is a cruel sibling
These hath my blood boiling
For both have a similar blow
Pushing my tolerance level to a new low
Can a river's flow be questioned?
Can a mountain's growth be arrested?
Can a rainbow's colours be washed?
Can a bird's flight be suspended?
Can the Sun's brightness be blocked?
Can a tree's shade be invaded?
Can a flower's fragrance be filtered?
A life that you can't call your own
A life that is judged by the unknown
A life subjected to a ridiculous verdict
Destiny being destroyed or created albeit?