Why, I ask, do the good people
The forgiving ones who couldn't hate a soul
The charitable ones who can't give enough
The God-loving ones who couldn't harm anyone
Even if they tried
For lack of coldness, lack of bitterness
Lack of jealousy, lack of spite
Why do these outstanding people
Receive all the pain?
All the traumatizing events?
All the most unbelievable mishaps?
They, of all people, do not deserve
To have their bodies abused
By the tough, cold metal
To have their ears scarred
By the screeching of tires
To have their noses burned
With the stench of warmed rubber on asphalt
To have their tongues intoxicated
Witht the heart-wrenching story
To have their eyes confused
By the blurry swirls of reality falling away
As they fall down
How can such a fantastic person
Have this kind of tragedy happen to them?