Life’s a Bitch, Then You Die

I’ve heard the world is a wonderful place

What of the trampled flowers?

The butterflies with their wings torn from their torsos

The children with nothing left to live for

What should we tell them?

What should we tell the mothers that have lost everything?

The optimists will tell you the world is a wonderful place

After all,

They’ve seen the rainbow after the hurricane

They’ve felt the breeze of the atomic bomb

We should celebrate every moment of life,

As she has handed us all lemons

But too often the rotten fruit is overlooked

Out of sight, out of mind

To be blissful, is to be blind