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Life is rarely fair,
no one wants to share;
everyone’s out for themselves.
Love can change a heart,
but first, we must start
to think outside of ourselves.
Good guys finish last;
that die has been cast
in stone by a creed of greed.
But random kind acts
create little cracks;
that hold humanity's seed.
We believe we're souls;
playing out our roles
in the theater of life.
And yet, we woo death
with our final breath;
exalting both gun and knife.
We don't feel evil
nor seek upheaval;
but we're certainly not Saints.
Sometimes, when tempted,
we feel exempted;
from life's conflicting constraints.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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