FATE

I do not know where a better placed person choose his, 

I would have choose mine, 

People said we choose fate at the same place, 

But made different choice, 

Why is the world so tough? 

What kind of faith is this? 

What some people have in abundance, a person don't have, 

Some become kings why some are slaves, 

Some sleep, but some with sleepless nights, 

Some people don't ask yet they receive, 

The living is in trouble, 

The people yet to come is begging to come, 

How I wish my pen could pierce through the sky, 

To deliver my message to yet to come, 

Let those that wish to come to earth stay back.