
One of the most pernicious parts of life
Is the tendency of other humans
To derive shameful joy from pain and strife
And laugh as others wear down to ruins

This response might strike one as peculiar
Save for the fact that at bottom, we’re beasts
Such that the rules with which we are familiar
Imply that when one starves, another feasts

Indeed, if ruthless competition reigns
Then when another loses, I might gain
But this sordid calculation mars brains
It reads life as a tale ugly and vain

If I and thou are interchangeable
Crude harm joy must be reprehensible
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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