In the depths of my mind I try to find explanations and reasons why Inequality lives but justice dies. Why “fair” is only equated with amusement parks and the darker the victim the lighter the cause. And why the fight must be won by those who are weakest and in our bleakest hour we lose the power to stand on our own two… I thought you knew. Or what about the pain of lies and disdain on our attempts to regain what has been denied us so long. Born to reign now bound in chains shackled to what “the man” calls truth. It’s only a game but how can we play when the rules are changed day by day and we can barely keep up cause we didn’t get the office e-mail. It’s hard to tell but when we fail, a silent cheering section waves its flag over our shame and we nearly came close to standing – only to be knocked down again by our own self-doubt. Down, but not out. In the 12th round of a fighting bout between us and them. Who will win? They say only the strong survive, but in the end the weak have God on their side.