How sad it is: never authoring the laws which bind us. How sad it is: to shrug when asked which way to go. How sad it is: watching villains hold hands with heroes. How sad it is: when greed counts as generosity. How sad it is: to hug oneself in the mirror and pray for love. How sad it is: telling baggers unlucky labor “Have a nice day”. How sad it is: drugged, homeless, broken. How sad it is: pregnant, cheated, behind. How sad it is: all the crying and the silence.