Why am I judged by another, as though I were no brother?
Why do the wily know-it-all’s cast so hard into dens of lions?
Why the abuse, the misuse, the creation of anything less than cute?
Why life a heavy boulder, a weight to carry rather than a loving embrace?
Is it just a rat race until dust we are and unto dust at last return?
Or is there meaning in pain, in suffering, in things that might be learned?