Cycles of Hate

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We all pay for it
One way or another
As chivalrous as we may claim to be
We are destined to endure the failings and indulgences of others
As others have endured ours
At many points during our youth
We too splashed in the shallow water
To make waves to crash down upon others
That wrought nothing but destruction
But to satiate the throbbing core of our unruly emotions
Now, our noble selves
Are left quibbling over dirty water
That continues to wash over the sides of our lofty parapets
So, you have grown for the better?
Does that mean you deserve the moon and the stars?
That Karma won't come to collect
For past wrongs and failings?
No, you are guilty at your first utterance
As is everyone else
Fortune is the time you find yourself in
The muck in which you play
You are judge, jury and executioner
To make yourself less ignorant is to make yourself guilty
And we are all guilty
In the end
Those in pain, wish to ensnare others in their grief
In their isolation
No one is free from their wanton anger
Such is the charge of youth
Others are to blame for their circumstances
Because they look ahead and see destiny
While others look ahead and see only scarcity
Or time dwindling
Wasted youths in the throes of dissatisfaction
And empty promises
Self-indulgent misery
Yet, to better ourselves is surely the name of the game
To let go
To cut ourselves free from the bonds of self-righteous servitude
To free ourselves from tyranny
A reprieve
A moment of peace
Before your game is turned on its head
You no longer cause the waves but you are charged with quelling them
It is not your crime to make right
But one you know yourself once guilty of
We are all the same
The saint and the sinner
Two sides of the same spinning coin
Waves of pain and elation
Framed and tamed
Until our dying days when we can once again rest easy in our beds
Knowing that life is no longer our calling
And feeling hard done by it, all the while
For the short snippet of allotted time
That we were destined to anguish over
Knowing full well
That we never really had a say from the get-go

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