If two flawed human beings
can accidentally force another to exist,
then I know there is no real justice.
We are prisoners making the most
of a lottery system no one chose,
we are puppets pretending.
But I must live, I must participate
and I must accept my duties to
generate meaning. I must be grateful
that though it may bring happiness
it can never, in the end, be just.
Day 149 – Just
The 365 Poetry Project 