Life is Fair


Life is Fair

We all die — all forgotten.
No justice after death
not even in history books.

Our published works,
masterpiece or doggerel,
burn or molder.

The wind shreds
what remains to confetti,
celebrating our demise.

Monks and nuns,
bums and whores,
we’re all erased.

Cathedrals and crack houses
delivered by landslides
to the shore

where the ocean swallows
the wicked and the righteous

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8 Responses to Life is Fair

  1. JeanMarie says:

    Wow. So dark and pessimistic but i live it. Suits my mood perfectly today. 😃

    Liked by 1 person

  2. JeanMarie says:

    Love it, not live it. Although i guess both fit. 🤣

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Lisa Tomey says:

    In these days we can see much of this before us. Well written.

    Liked by 2 people

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