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Just when we’re feeling cocky—superior and svelte,
fate dishes out an uppercut, or one below the belt.
Its fickleness is onerous. Its lessons often hard.
Some end up with a loving cup and others with a shard.
So if misfortune catches you and holds you in its grasp,
for sure, good fortune harbors another in its clasp.
Rejoicing in their happiness may bring your pain’s surcease,
and looking at a larger view may bring you some release.
Some men are accustomed to eating all the pie.
They see no good in sharing. They vie and vie and vie
to horde the opportunities. It’s their sign of success.
They profit on our labors, grow rich on our duress.
It brings a sort of balance, this giving and this taking.
It teaches us that fortune is not just of our making.
There may not be enough good luck to insist that they share.
Label him a “socialist”If anyone should dare.
Where is the one who’ll stop them? Who will come to show the way?
What warrior or what holy man will lead us in the fray?
Those who’ve usurped religion seem to have lost the point.
They don’t champion the underdog. It’s rich men they anoint.
Everything is power and perhaps it always was.
For eons we’ve forgotten this, probably because
the photos of these greedy men reaching for the stars,
cruising in their massive yachts and their racing cars,
look so pretty on the page. The minute that we see them,
instead of censuring the greed, we simply want to be them.
They stage their wars and make their gains and young men die to aid it.
And instead of ruing war, we honor those who made it.
The prompt words today were shard, onerous, opportunity and uppercut.