Why should life be the way it is when so many things die when they should not?

A tear can fall and weep.
A weep can be no more than a laugh.
But what happens to those who can not cry:
They plead for help but do not get it.

Why should you laugh at those who can not voice their thoughts?

You strike them hard.
And you tare their heart
But when they fall beneath your feet,
Do you fall to see them up?

Why should those who would let a fallen man, die alone in the field, when they are the evil in life?

Why is it hard to come by?
Why is it hard to say that you are weak?

Stand hard and soft, stand alone in a field and you will know then: how it is to die fallen.