Persecutor Of Fate Poem by MELVIN BANGGOLLAY

PERSECUTOR OF FATE
Melvin Banggollay

Lucky, am I that there were people of reason
around me who understood my conviction
yet my heart is tormented as others still inflict
upon my fate their subjective instinct to convict
even if I am no longer upon their sight's passion
still, their shadow haunts to put me in oblivion.

They found it, its their happiness and obsession
that will elevate them into the portals of creation
if they can put my fate in the verge of conflicts
and take my sufferings be the token of their verdict
to prove upon their palm their precious perception
that nothing I deserved without their grace's potion.

To them, my every tears of pain and confusion
is the epitome of their laughter's manifestation
and the edifice of their great feat to inflict
and influence the flow of fate that can predict
the burden I have to endure in my own vision
to seek a better life upon the runway of creation.

let the wheel of fate take its own expression
But I pray upon the master of my creation
Forgiveness of my tormentors, my cry to evict
And ornament my fate with a better verdict
That even beyond these cloud of confusion
Smile of faith be upon me with compassion