Understanding

I've more cold truths than outer space.

Could wreck your thoughts, and hope, and day.

Unravel all you want, trip up your pace,

and be the light to guide your way.

I told you water would wet you.

You said you'd be ok.

I told you fire would burn you.

You let the fever burn away.

I told you the mistakes you’d make.

You made them anyway.

I'll be here to tell another

it all again one day.

My rhymes rarely have reason,

and the grammar is always so-so.

Often to speak me is treason.

Even these days don't you know.

Because the law is written on green,

and paid for with red.

The ones who learned this first

are now all dead.

The world is actually yours for the making.

It's the only comfort I offer.

But It's not a circle this course your taking,

it’s a line drive for a coffin.

Causality is deception.

Neutrality a dream.

If you want a course correction,

you've got to see the scheme.

Matter is immaterial.

Night is a lie told by day.

Electrons are identical in serial.

Your neighbor is you on your way.

To be king of the ashes is basic.

To be queen of the graves forlorn.

Yet you all just chase it,

no matter how things are torn.

If that last only just got your attention,

Then you've woken too late,

These pieces on offer are broken

shards of your spinning plates.

Either way someone will bleed;

the feet of the unaware walk-in,

or your hands as the cleanup you lead.

When you've finished reading,

will you pat yourself on your back?

For that oh so unpleasant completing

of what you see as attack?

I offer not heaven,

I threaten not hell,

I just promise ashes,

If you don't learn me well.

Money makes the world turn,

Them who fight this always burn,

The lonely for comfort always yearn,

Your world is given, not something you earn.

What's that last one you ask?

The most unpleasant irksome task?

The life you live is never about you,

always others pay for what you do.

So look at your triumphs,

then look at the sun,

it will still be burning

when you are long done.

The life that you live

was made by those of yore.

So what are you leaving

to those you go before?

But you've been told this.

Again and again

And

Again.

Perhaps a change of track?

Your actions

Will not

Come back

On you.

Congratulations, you don't pay the bill!

Shred some green, do something ill!

Remember however, though you don't pay,

someone will.

Before you can question these quibbles

I'll put it some more ways

Karma's not coming a calling

Comeuppance cannot complain

Killing's can't cover a culling,

Contrition is just in your brain.

Justice cannot reach backward

In fact she can't reach at all

If you do not heed my word

Society will one day fall

If you want justice be just,

The blind folded statue,

Is only so much dust.

But you already missed it,

Because I'm sure what you heard,

Was to be kind always

And never be absurd

Silly you think that's the message

Because I don't think, that's you.

For there to ever be justice

Society you must always redo.

Reaction is still action

And I believe we already said

Our actions are only paid

When we're long since dead

So think not of tomorrow

It's not far enough off

It's from children you borrow

So go ahead and scoff.

Scoff at understanding's lessons

And never bother to learn

Cause you won't be around for collection

You'll likely be in an urn.

Ok final lesson,

One the rich learned long ago,

And regardless of how you address them,

It's one you ought to know.

People are pawns,

Crops are sown best with blood,

If you want something done,

Someone's going to the mud.

So check all your facts

Think for yourself

If you're not giving your life to something,

Someone is spending your life on themselves.