Constraints
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Life is seldom fair
no one's keen to share;
everyone is for themselves.
Love changes our heart
the moment we 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 chips and cracks,
that hold humanity's seed.
We believe we're souls
playing out our roles
in the theater of life.
And yet, we curse death
with our final breath,
exalting both gun and knife.
We don't feel evil
nor seek upheaval,
but we're certainly not Saints.
Bordering contempt,
we think we're exempt
from life's conflicting constraints.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2018
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