Poetry

What type of circumstance brought me
in my own birth
to a planet that is not of death free,

to a world that constantly is in decay
here to this earth
where but a single sun brightens the day;

I could have served at the feet of God,
in joy, in mirth;
where I now in destruction’s footsteps trod?

I ask these questions in true sincerity
when hope I girth,
what type of circumstance brought me?