This Prize of Plight

dear is the dream
of life
and all of its horror
war across every border
killers around every corner

sweet is the pain
the pumps blood through
drug ravaged veins
and the polluted air that cuts off
oxygen to the brain

wonderful is the hatred
over-saturated
over-stimulated
until any hint of love
is totally eviscerated

glorious injustice
capitalism egregious
tables tilted to the prestigious
and the deck
is stacked against us

but throughout the cosmos
there are no gods close

no heaven near
no angel to hear
the loudest prayer
from the highest cross to bear

luck of the tragedy
this prize of plight

dear is the dream
of life
from which death wakes at night