Injuria naturalis

Life is perfect I cannot say

Due little things that abound, 

Like when deep in seventh heaven

And my darling is not around.

Life is perfect for life's sake

But not always fair,

Like when I depart my other self

And all alone in the air.

Nature is fair I cannot say

When 'could have been another way;

With all the time the cosmos be

Why not us long, but die should we?

Nature is perfect I cannot say

Due things I see that bug,

Like when the selfish attack the kind

And sweep them under the rug.

Nature is kind I cannot say

For all it takes, it does not give;

As  if by some tyrannical decree

Some must die for some to live.

Up in the air

Up in the air, packed  in a box,

Cruising  across the skies,

I looked  down at mighty earth

With my fleshy and mortal eyes;

I realized my mortal self,

Hanging in balance in thin air,

But wonedered how little, if,

To our cherished lives we care!

Efficiency

The world could be a better place

If we worked all but as one;

For to those tackles on every's way

None would have lost, all could have won.

Some have the knowledge, some the skills,

Some have the patience and will to succeed;

Some have the money, some the power,

Some the time, some the speed.