Beware Success
What mankind dreams,
he will create;
his dreams will likely,
seal his fate.
Plenty of men,
have fallen prey.
To dreams that left them,
to rot and decay.
The great inventions,
that man’s seen;
with good intentions,
were his dreams.
But when he reached a pinnacle,
his dreams, went awry;
so many lives were manacled,
he fell to public outcry.
The dreams that backfired,
sealed his fate;
and to, the innocents;
a heavy blow was dealt,
then, it was too late.
The consequences of one’s dreams,
considered first, they must be;
for if, in fact, they are not;
such horrors, will be seen.
The light of day, may sober one;
though these dreams monsters, rule;
the day the populace, has become none;
a God, will say, “What Fools”.
Tread carefully, as you manifest your dreams;
that is quite, the primary scheme.
The world you build,
for all today;
may be the world, you bury.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2018
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