Obscure Destiny

 

Obscure Destiny

What is destiny won, to the grand illusions, by tyrants invented,

Brewed in the cauldron, of fear, and hatred, into minds fermented.

In lands, where freedom of thought, by condemnation, are subdued,

Within nations, where misery, and great pain, are fervently pursued.

Forced choice, an arduous resolve, toward autocratic decisions, made,

Blindly bound, to the consequences, of unwelcome misfortune, paid.

Existing behind cloudy curtains, hiding the truth, incurring a false view,

In parallel worlds, alternate dimensions, convictions fixed on a skew.

There, where wayward waters, of discontent, frequently rain upon,

Diluting, all the people’s dreams, into figments of the past, all gone.

When the people reach, the exact point, where all hope, is drowned,

They finally realise, choice, hope, and destiny, are together bound.

By faith, the tyrants lacked, righteous convictions, never possessed,

Silently bound, together in conflict, scorn, and in discord, depressed.

Born to submit, to live the lies, in hatred bred, to serve, the evil state,

Living uncertainty, herded like cattle, obeying each tyrant’s mandate.

Then one day woken, by banned words unspoken, and forced to rebel,

People rising from the ashes, sending the treacherous tyrants, to hell.