Elucidating Questions

If the words were mine, I would change them,

I would never let, that poor man die.

If I could write life, which I can, but not backwards.

That anyone could have a piece of that man, but they wouldn’t all be able to handle it.

The fairest,

Would be that those with the wings already,

Each get or had a piece of that one who tried to save the world, and instead enslaved it.

Either entirely without, or pieces within,

And this song that should sing,

Of love and compassion.

Not a fake, never a fake, the pieces are real and falling like stars into place.

If they fall I will pick them back up.

If they cry I will wish them well.

If they ask for help I will give it.

If they return the respect I gave them, I will love them.

If they show compassion, I will return it.

If not,

I don’t owe them anything,

But I’ll be good anyways.

Because it’s the right thing to do.

And if they cut me off,

Then I don’t owe them an ounce,

Just like he shouldn’t have had to.

This is justice.