The Shepherd Of Fate Poem by Funkekeme Akposeye

Who is the shepherd of fate?
Nobody knows the answer to
date
A rhetorical question that
provokes hate
Seven out of eight
Feel we are the masters of our
own fate
They say we control our mates
They say we control our
weights
Do you control your traits?
Do you control your quirks?
Who is the shepherd of fate?
It has been on my mind of late
A historical question that
promotes faith
Seventy out of eighty
Feel we are the masters of our
own names
They say we control our games
They say we control our caddies
Do you control your last name?
Do you control your heart's
dame?
Who is the shepherd of fate?
I think everything on earth is
related
I think everyone on earth is
together braided
I think it has been that way
since humans were created
Even if sometimes life feels as if
it is been dictated
We are the masters of our own
race
We are our own translators
We are our own caterers
Who is the shepherd of fate?
Who knows what in life awaits
Makes some always say the
grace
Thinking it will keep them away
from disgrace
Things that affect us all
From all directions just like the
autumn falls
Time, God's grace, dreams,
family
These things affect us for an
eternity
Who is the shepherd of fate?
Is it the Almighty Creator?
Or is the level of our labor?
Is it the dark demon?
Or is it our inner demons?
Life is strange
Driving minds deranged
As time and smiles disappear
like water vapors
Making humans ask
Sometimes even fast
Who is the shepherd of fate?