Death is fair, life is unfair
It is not a large clue
for the collectives blues
to come from the tools of grim news.
We spoke to authors and speakers
to speak on all who expire
for death is fair, but life is unfair.
He and she, they and I
know of a stars end
and the hearts that burst of thy neighbour
and the rebel who rode into heavy metal
and the victim melted into the dirt.
Our lives are shaped by experience
but our ends are shaped by circumstances
yet we know
yet we don't wish to know.
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