It’s a force

For some sort of equalization process.

They understand it pretty well.

Call it an anarchy.

They understand it

Pretty well.

Balance isn’t native in us. We take the ball

We run it, find its inevitable conclusion,

Before we question just the apparent fact.

If you live

You want to celebrate that.

Even the most un-obliging,

To the rest of us

Are like that.

Their time,

For themselves,

Must be celebrated.

If

They buy a fast car

It’s about them

If they give to charity its about them.

If they oversee the death of a multitude

For the common good

It’s them

Thinking goodness; is about their own opinion.

Why worry.

It’s them

That decide

The fate of the world.

Quick conversations

Between the like minded.

And the rest

Look on.

Who will they kill next.

And who decides.

Just them;

Or more than that.

I’m waiting.

It’s us

Or…

Maybe we’ll forget.