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Why

 

Deprived of luck.
Deprived of friendship.
Deprived of honor.
Deprived of respect.
Deprived of truth.
Deprived of honesty.
Deprived of happiness.
Deprived of love. 

Deprived of life. 

What have I done to deserve such punishment? 

The only road left is despair
and perhaps that too, as all other things,
will be denied me. 

Justify to me that this pain is deserved
and I will willingly crawl to a huddled corner
where life is no more. 

Justify this life I am forced to live, for
the pain I endure is greater than
one thousand existences in hell.

Simply answer:

Why

 


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Why, by Paul Cales, © 1993