Fortune Smiles Poem by Joseph Cross

Fortune Smiles



Millions die daily,
As billions more watch.
The clock ticks down,
On our short little lives.
Greed drives wars,
Over gold and oil.
Yet, Fortune smiles.

The word death lies,
On trembling lips.
Blood stained sheets,
Rest over crumpled forms.
Widows weep,
Behind tear stained veils.
But still, Fortune smiles.

Wives and children,
Are beaten and bruised.
Sons kill fathers,
Over petty ideals.
The death bell tolls,
Once, twice, more.
Fortune smiles.

Tears run down faces,
Of children abandoned.
The funeral pyre grows,
To the size of a country.
Smoke rises higher,
Clouding the sky,
Blocking out the sun,
Bringing endless night,
To the ongoing war.
My heart is filled,
With eternal darkness…
Oh, how fortune smiles.

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