Long-Short Story

Life, For some, Is a long-short story With a bad ending, Depending, on what you do Who you meet, Who you are, Some have it better than others But life is out of our control No matter, who you are For there are governments Made up of the most, Dishonest lying people, Rather, they Are crooks That manipulate countries and lives, As if they were pieces of meat Carved up by their bloody knives. So, where is justice, liberty, Equal opportunity? In most countries, the smoke of a pipe And here where it does exist More than in any other place They're trying to destroy it With a Sickle and a Fist. Then suddenly, one fatal day While walking down the street, C'est fini, it's the end, Of the road, Good Bye, Never even knew you were there Don't sigh! So what? Time flies, Nothing becomes nothing, So why even try? To live unharmoniously, In a problematic world With all the meanness And human demolishment Around, at your side All the fights All the lies, All the injustices That people spike Better curl into a corner Like a wise, sly cat, Not move or complain, Not even pronounce, Your name, For all is in vain, And that's, that.