If sad someone asks why life's worth living
when untold atrocities outnumber
altruism, rulers to power cling
with machine gun fists, and entrepreneurs
eviscerate entire neighborhoods
--a simple question with no solution:
with endless evil, how can there be good?
human race over before it's begun?
have I no answers, though have a question
spun upside down: why is death worth dying?
seems a wasted chain of our creation
a flower, sunlight in field, our shared spring
sad someone absent eons fore and next
a grave in trade for grains of happiness?