you cry about someone dead
and you regret how you should
have been more caring
when that person was alive;
how you should have been fair
to the living now deceased;
you cry about the past and you cry about the dead:
but are you caring now of the living?
are we two, still living, are we two fair to each other?
why do you regret the past and kill the present
and build bitter futures?
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