life's not fair nor dark

 Rogues soaring beyond the vault of the
heavens.
Virtuous, crippled by tragic omens.
The rich swimming in endless pools of blood
diamonds.
The poor loosing crumps of bread to the rich's
dogs
Is life fair?
Do the creator care?
Life ain't fair, but it ain't dark either.
I'm black and it still chokes me to the aisle of
death.
Why different skin colours to leave the black
ones at the mercies of racism?
Why is grieve and joy one sided?
The class of social cadres.
Who deserves the bottom?
If hell and heaven exists, why won't fate preach
the true faith?
The holy books wouldn't have been
contracditory
Death is cruel, it snatches life from the young
Life is wicked, it scares death from the bones of
the aged
Why is death scared of the wicked?
Why is life enemies with the innocent?
Life's a bed of roses with a frame work of
thorns
I'd better stand on it's edge.
An overflowing mug of honey and a little bath
with hyssop.
Maybe, I'll strike a balance between the dark
and fair.
Ever since I percieved life as unequal,
I've lived to attain equilibrium.