Hand of fate

With it's hand closed and deadly
swinging sword and mace.
Trough the souls of people bounded
To this fragile meager space.

Bringing havoc and frustration
to the lives of tiny plebs.
Drowning dreams with fascination
and endow them with heavy debt.

Taking lives of people near
and destroying homes of birth,
Driving wedge between people dear
to erase them from this earth.

Loosing in countries foreign
all the children that know no home,
Bribing those corrupted figures
to ignore their pain and tone.

Flooding bodies with the sickness
that eludes the cure of men,
Hope is lasting not forever
when the death does takes us then.