fight

this world sometimes is a cruel place

built more with nights than with days

here goodness oft comes at a price

and pain and suffering oft chase the nice

but all this you must already know

this bitter truth on your face does show

for you too have lived for so many years

washed your eyes with so many tears

yes these shoulders they may groan to bear

this crushing load imposed unfair

but whenever next you feel this way

like a despairing mute with much to say

ask yourself why He didn’t give you wings

(no, not merely so you could hold on to things)

ask yourself why He gave you two hands

(perhaps they were to help you understand)

that see, scrunch those palms and watch the twist

this tale doth bringeth: voila they’re fists!

and this here may only be a hunch

but those hands of yours – they pack a punch

so take the tired tough day on your chin

spit at it, welcome it; don’t lose your grin

for it’s not in justice that the gods delight

but in the man who shows steel for a fight.

ram cobain