Austerity Hides The hands of Fate

Austerity hides the hands of fate.
Tying society up so we react to late.
Our lives are the treasury.
Hate acts through justifying austerity.
Blood fills our streets through misery.
Rotting decay
Encased within caps and lines.

Throughout my life, I spend time dreaming.
While others hide in plain sight scheming.
Some walk following their marks late at night.
Looking to fill their pockets and have a fight.
No one knows when this play will end.
Everyone knows life’s not a game of pretend.
My eyes have seen a friend pass away.
Heard his last breath.
With heavy hearts we carried on.

Life’s a circus of choices made.
Many realize that they’ve been played.
Will society come together at last.
Forgiving our mutual shared collective past.
Building a future that will last.
Born from our combined collective past.
Starting anew
Erasing all the caps and lines.

“Wisdom” is gained as we grow old.
When embraced it does take hold.
Listen to what others have to say.
Life isn’t simply a drama or play.
Through my words, I shall leave behind.
What I’ve learned for others to find.