If life was fair,
the gods would have been dead,
It would have been,
the pill swallowed, when the sun
Yet justice is blind, to us, Sisyphus.
Not deaf to our cries,
only unable to see the tears.
Her hands too busy to hold
And we dare not soil the hem
Of the sterile white robes pooled
just to relieve our backs
of the hefty shit strapped.
if, the point on which all else
was balanced was not faulty,
seesawing would hurt less
and the world might stop spinning.
But, Life is not fair,
there is too much darkness for that.