This is a poem I wrote for Immediate Poetry Writing...I wrote it in 10 mins...I understand the quality suffered. It's in the form "litany."

Fate Makes

Fate makes the birds fly south
              and the fish swim upstream.
Fate makes wars possible,
              but what about peace?
Fate makes two lovers separate
               only to do it two-fold.
Fate makes this poem seem like an eternity,
               whereas lives are kept strictly to an hourglass.
Fate makes the food chain possible
               and my life expendable.

Fate makes children be born with mental disorders.
Fate makes fools of us all because
Fate makes believers out of false destinies and
Fate makes these promises without any regard;
Fate makes and breaks the rules.

This is why I don't believe in fate.