Why must those who help the poor,
or ease the dying out of breath,
or serve the homeless soup, endure  
another life as this in death;

While those who rob and rape and kill,
and call to war with hateful words,
those lucky sods escape it all,
reborn as fish or mice or birds.

Robert S.Daley

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