Alter Egos

Havoc, why do you stomp so readily
On the lives of the innocent man?

Tragedy, why do you strike so suddenly
The future of the aspiring man?

Ailment, why do you pierce so sharply
The heart of the honest man?

Freedom, why do you fly so readily
Towards the fate of a guilty man?

Accomplishment, why do you appear so suddenly
To the mind of the lazy man?

Trust, why do you fall so sharply
Into the hands of a dishonest man?

Because, said Havoc, Tragedy, and Ailment,
We are cruel and bored.
We are mean and crass
And vile and hungry.

Because, said Freedom, Accomplishment, and Trust,
We are blind and methodical.
We are fleeting and biased
And entitled and arbitrary.

Because, said God pulling mightily
The strings of the ignorant man.