Flawed Creation

Poetry

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Make it fair, please
— deities who long-abandoned we
poor mortals here,
You.
Owe.
Us.

You brought these children
here, and then left us
alone and unable to rectify
the difficulties
of this innate existence

And why would you make it so?
Why would you
create a specious world of
arbitrary power and
a hypocrite’s good luck?

To any sense
there is no sense
to any of your
hasty work

And so we cry
our frustrations
into the cruel night
not expecting
a reply

You owe us
a rectification
for your flawed
creation —
a parental
responsibility
you’ve long neglected