It Is Not Fair

By Richard E. Noble

It is not fair,
and you know it as well as I do.
Yet here we sit,
as if our hands were tied behind our backs.

It’s not fair,
and you know it as well as I.
So why do we try to justify it all?

It is not fair today;
it wasn’t fair yesterday;
and it won’t be fair tomorrow.

So what is the argument?
Unfair should remain unfair?
Right and wrong are inconsequential?
It is not anyone’s fault?
It is beyond rectification?
Justice should not be our standard;
Order - would be more appropriate?
It is just the way things are?
Don’t ask me,
bring your complaints to the Responsible Party?

If we all do what we must do,
then who is left to do what should be done?

I don’t have the time;
you don’t have the inclination;
together we don’t have the money nor the means?
So?
It doesn’t get solved.
It is never rectified.
It all continues as it always has.
It is the dust beneath our beds.

Are there any debts to be paid for this indifference?
Who is there righteous enough to demand payment?
No one knocks on my door.

Sad faces stare wide-eyed and bewildered.

Their tears say;

it isn’t fair.