by: Kenyan Eldridge
I fear how far the rain must go to kill the ant and
drown it slow.
I scream at how the men fall flat when missing the
deer and killing the rat.
How come the reckless child lives when babies die
for parents’ sins?
Why must we praise the ones who perish as if
their lives cost more to cherish?
Judgment comes when deeds are done, but the
end is an uncertain one.
Truth and Justice most await, but they sadden
All is lost when all is gained; all a fair world knows