A Reflection Upon The World I Walk...

In a live minefield I walk
On steps of the other man
That walks upside down in
The dead world that is below
We walk together thus, like
Each other's shadow inseparable
Never knowing when he and I
Would become one for eternity
In fell swoop reduced to nothing
In this fickle world of the living.

Where Fate charges its minions
To do its rancorous biddings
Lay random victims for its sport
Whispering temptation of heaven
To the despondently fallen spirits
Those employed from among us
Who drive its instruments blindly
To betray their own race and kind
Doomed to Judas kiss themselves
By very hand they deal to others.

Each day that makes to evening
And night that makes to dawn
Blessed with sheer dumb luck
And in this world I walk my days
Where we race from dawn to dusk
Each day lived a prayer answered
Where we stood in mock defiance
Told Death boldly, "Not today!"
And then sought courage in
The illusion that we were heard.