i spit out the last words
life is unfair
this is a reality that is clear
a number of hands take out the sunglasses
from their eyes
they look at each other now
and they shake their heads
some say they all work hard for it
and now they must claim their just share
others claim their ancestors die at an early age
and they must reap the fruits of their labor
i spit out the words again
life is never fair
and that is very very clear
someone cannot bear it
break into sobs and run for the rest of her life
another nervous breakdown
i count
for another unbeliever
but that is how clearly i see this matter
the unjust wins
the cruel ones thrive
the greedy have more
the oppressor gets them all
there is a movie with a bad ending
the killer is set free
and the innocent gets inside
for a fee
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