An Indifferent Fate
Overwhelmed with violence, greed, and hate
Oh what can we do? There is much debate
But united we stand-or rather sit- in wait
To be consumed by what seems our inevitable fate
If only indeed we could truly see
What the gift of life could genuinely be
We would see no longer a "he" or a "she"
instead united as a singular "we"
Shall we sit in despair as it comes to an end?
Will our actions be something we can possibly defend
As we push our gift far past the point it can bend
And defile with indifference what this gift doth lend?
Life Is a gift, but our fate we must earn
What will it say if we let our gift burn?
Our tomb shall read "these poor fools could never learn
That which required honesty to discern."