The many overrule themselves
on any given act
they band together in hard mob
to get offended at
The strong abuse the weak
who pose as strong to cow
the weaker still. It's either
high-bar drawn in law, or
where you're perfectly at
will.
So much room left for cruelty,
for callous forward drive.
It's really neither here
nor fair. No one
deserved
alive.
But fairness
is a thing we saw.
Saw possible, and made.
In system rig-job, or dive in
to intervene and wade.
We go in over heads
sometimes. We are
washed out, and drown.
As others, too afraid to see
turn every way and frown.
We know we risk all things
we stake. In every act of gift,
earthquake and cataclysm of reject,
rebuke, rebuff, accuse, correct,
and it's
Not fair, but we'll risk life.
In every step, misstep lies hid.
And so we take it every way,
because we care more than
we kid.
Because we dare
more than we drown.
Because we all live in this town.
Because we know what fairness
is.
It's
just the thing that makes the biz.
Some daft idea that we can
be fairer than life. And
do you know what?
That's not hard, kids.
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