All Is Fair in Love and War, But the Grave is the Bench and Death is Our Referee
A Poem
In this funny place, we live
Amid swirling love and hate
Reaping what we sew
And pretending it's mere fate
A child here
A mother there
Mourning losses with hearts
That are too numb to care
A brother here
A best friend there
Keeping tally by the wayside
When the only rule is that nothing's fair
Suck it up, suck it in
Walls are up but wearing thin
When's it going to be enough?
When do you learn that no one wins?
Go ahead and turn your back
Claim your prize and read your book
Tell the story you've invented
But I dare you to take one look
For every victory cry
Follow many fallen tears
One voided out by the other
Just one second stealing so many years
One loved one stands, and there lies another
Fallen to the dry and broken earth
One tear will be spared, but could you count
The endless tears that follow and tally up their worth?
Satisfied are we?
You have fallen blind to your pride and selfishness
Take your land, steal your gold, drown in your oil
I hope with all it costs, it is all that you wished
But it won't be.
It will all soon come to an end
And so will we, someday.
No matter what you play pretend
Everything you built, everything you seek
And every whim you selfishly fed
All your sacrifices and all their pain
What is it all worth when you're dead?
The prince is buried alongside the pauper
And the queen lies cold beside her maid
Leaving the mess they made to cycle on with the living
Pressed back into their place by the unforgiving grave
About the Creator
Lucia Beneforti
I am enamored with words in every way. I love new languages, I love music, and I love stories. Most of all, I love when people share their words with me because through them I can glimpse their hearts and souls.
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