Karma Poem by Isaac Trenholm

Why do humans, feel the need, to subjugate and reign;
over the lives of everything, that border their domain?
Would it be, so damn hard, to leave that man alone?
Or is his crumbling life somehow, meant to save your own?

Those that try, to build themselves, upon that shattered life.
Those who bully, patronize, or sew within him strife.
Are they themselves, the ones who are, broken weak and small.
Undeserving, unrepentant, ready for a fall.

Is your goal, to see him die, a lone and riven soul?
Never admitting, that you've played, that pivotal of roles.
Or is it just, your ignorance, regarding what you've done?
Not a primal sin at all, just harmless laughing fun.

I think the realization comes, like watching melting ice.
It sets upon you, slow and cold, and there it calcifies.
That every misdeed, you have done, a price that must be paid.
When the eternal footman comes, the payment will be made.

Call it god, or call it fate, your end will be the same.
You'll end up giving back in spades, you'll lose all that you've gained.
With every inch, you grew yourself, the footman's taking two.
Let every day, the knowledge grow, he's coming just for you.