The Pains We Give

The pains we get we know too well;
We speak of them, and often tell
Of the injustice of our fate,
The tracks so long, so dark, so straight

Consider now the pains we give:
We’re bound to give them, since we live
As part of all humanity
Where life is cheap, and cruelty, free

How often do we speak our sins,
Unfold ourselves, and shed our skins?

But we — we can’t or won’t be fair
And so transgression’s

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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