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Life is rarely fair:
folks aren't keen to share;
thinking only of themselves.
We could change that part:
if we'd merely start
thinking outside of ourselves.
Good guys finish last;
a perspective cast
in stone, by a creed of greed.
But random kind acts
create little cracks;
to sow humanity's seed.
We believe we're souls
playing mortal roles;
rehearsed on the stage of life.
And yet, we woo Death,
up to our last breath;
exalting both gun and knife.
Most don't tout evil,
nor seek upheaval:
but we're certainly not Saints.
When wealth and lust tempt:
many feel exempt
from moral-imposed constraints.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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