Unfair
written by: Mal
It’s said that everyone gets what’s destined.
Even if it’s fair or unfair, don’t be astounded.
Add misery after misery — this is a play,
With players who don’t get to say.
Amusing to the watchers, this must go on.
No trespassers allowed — the game is on.
Wear a mask, hide behind but put up a smile,
Cry for dear life inside — that’s the style.
The watchers, with the entire world inside their hand,
And the players, who’ve to pay for their land.
“Everyone gets what they are destined.”
Who breaks the rules doesn’t get counted,
It’s the players who will be taunted.
Life is easy, fair for the watchers.
It’s unfair, uneasy, ever challenging to the players.
The play must continue — even death can’t stop.
Pass it over, ’cause it’s such a bop.
The crime they carry, deep and worn,
Is just the fact they were born.
