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Ode to Fate
By JH Sayyar
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O Fate! Where you are; in a hut or a palace,
The poor search for you in North and South,
In vain, ignore the poor, you are callous!
The slave of time, fools’ fans; idle and couth,
I see you sit on the whores’ saucy cheeks,
Play with her breasts; rest under her hair,
You; a dark night queen in her cozy lair,
You stay with the corrupt, your mind freak,
You free of laws; beauty your fine snare,
Made of synthetic threads, bind money-affair
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Your stay in palace; what the reason; behind,
Or you are born for them, for poor a delight,
Cutes your chums, the kind you to unkind,
You hate huts, you dark night palace light,
The poor await, youth turns into a wrinkled face,
No cloths and no food to live in; no home,
None tells us your lodge, O Cruel Fate!
Someday come in huts, find calm and grace,
Dried bread, stale curry to live like a tomb,
Near the huts meager crows, our mate
The poor find you; find the rich and a whore,
You live in the wenches’ purse; well to do,
Tell its reason? Why you the poor ignore
You distribute among the poor just woe
Injustice, your being on this wide globe,
Your name just a fiction, no being on earth,
You; the poor’s a ray a hope; nothing more
You; a self deceit, the rich you hobnob,
Alas! You always deceive the poor the birth,
You; nothing, but time conquers all; I abhor,
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