what about life is fair
when the thing you began to hate
thinking it hated you
is the one thing you need
is the one thing you are
and you can't see how to exist without it?
what about life makes sense
when we praise the haters and ridicule the lovers
when we hurt on purpose, and heal as a last resort
when we collectively choose death
every day?
what about life do we know
calling to a god who threatens us
denying hearts and bodies
ignoring our essence for polite fiction
deciding
to believe evil and doubt good?
what about life could possibly be fair
when the lovers can find no love
and must watch their names erased from the sky?
one
by one
they avert their eyes
soon there will be no stars left.
and who shall we thank for that?
