Age of Gods
Philosophical micro poetry. By Yefon Isabelle
©️ Yefon Isabelle 2017

Goodbye, ye era of a faithed people
A generation so hard-edged, wreathed and drenched with believe
A people willing to die for what they hold as truth
A place were cowardice is regarded with disdain and shun to the abysmal realm
Bravery and valor, or nothing to give forth
The days of the braves are long gone
Here present is the reign of weaklings
surrendering themselves happily to be enslaved and willingly led to the slaughter.
Living isn't surviving. Living is being without fear of perishing. Relishing everyday as if there was no tomorrow.
To survive is simply toiling not to die.
Survival is like a dungeon, existing with no purpose rather than protect a soul from itself and from others.
And a purposeless soul is a wastage of space and energy.
A piece of matter of no consequence to the greater good of being.