Fate Poem by Alison Mujati

He is heaven and hell
A composed ripper cloaked in Saint array
we sob, his smooth hand wipes our tears
We build hope, he comes to slash it down

A smile mimicking another breed of love
From blues entity, fondness overflows
Eyes shut, emotion blossoms
Spring flowers under the glowing sun.

Fate knows when to cut the tail
Spreading hate seeds to once a heaven
Empires dilapidated from its silent call
Maim heeds to stamp eternity

Some erected indestructible empires
Bystanders believed in lastingness
Forgetfulness suited our portion as beings,
Maybe not,
Uncertainty whispers a havoc command.
The greatest we knew lies with history.

If fortune bargains today,
chance nullifies it tomorrow.

worst of today comes the best hereafter
Vice-versa it suits a paradox.

For everyone who celebrates good fortune,
A day shall come when sparks succumb
The curse of making every meal a feast,
Indeed, offspring of such feeds on crumbs

Fate knows tears end with a smile
Fate knows happiness ends in sadness
Fate knows flowers bloom to fade and dry
Fate knows......