Poem: License to Expire

Mishmashed convention of personal abhorrence in societal depression
Activated by wishful fantasies and annoying realities
Product of a war between Morals, a contest for the ages
I am my own agent, needing a license to retire

Goading and prodding, life's journey a-plodding
No support, it's a rat race n no one's applauding
And it's appalling, dog pounds n hierarchy
Organized anarchy licensed to fire

Dreams aborted, Labour a long process
And some deliveries, frozen in place call that a still birth
Newborn to be swallowed up, death of progress and revenge of Prejudices
It's historical, antecedents for a license to expire

Mass slaughter of every emotion, name that a -cide..
Cold hearts beget cold acts beget cold hands
And if its fleeting, why chase after for meaning?
M a warrior for my Fate, asking for license to Expire

By:
Beryl Pegasus