Lucky

The sudden flip of a two-sided coin, 

Guesses of how each should land, 

Whether it be heads or tails upward, 

Though for honesty it does not stand. 

Foot of a rabbit hung 'round a chain, 

Weight of it bore by an empty neck, 

Wishful fingers caressing its fur, 

But for validity it does not check. 

A copper coin facing the ceiling, 

Corroded from long years of age, 

Picked up with dear hopefulness, 

A war with truth it shall wage. 

Millions consumed by superstition, 

With harships all people are struck, 

Searching for somewhere to put their faith, 

But I've never been one to believe in luck.