We all think it’s fair, till it’s our ideas that are taken away. Used and violated like some unfortunate girl by the flash and desires of the privileged. Only to be left tormented and abused, then discarded like so much garbage. So what is fair? In a life where your left stacked like cord wood to be thrown into the fire. To warm another man’s bones. I’ve lived so passively taking the crumbs I was given. Rather it was love, attention, or wealth. But many will say, “But did you work hard enough?” All while they’re being waited on with a silver cup.
Who knows what it is I’m trying to say. When all I see are our leaders and elites sipping fine wine, while children are buried with bulldozers and shot down by drones. What makes their lives more important than ours? Religious fervor perverted over a millennia ago? I may not have a gun, but my leaders sure do. Bought with the money I made. Maybe I’m just rambling like an idiot that needs to be silenced. So load your guns you selfish few. Cause I’m more than certain there are more lined up behind me, that don’t think things are all that fair.