Can you place warped puzzle pieces?
Losing the young draws twisted
Patterns impossible to untangle.  
Why are stalwarts as much a victim
As the corrupted, venal, criminal?
 
In our age of medical miracle why do
We still lose to common malady?  
Why do good works laid down freely
Count for nothing when vessels burst?  

There are platitudes, old wives tales,
Even scriptures but no answers.  
I hear advice  that we should not
Ask for reasons, or question why.  

No, I have a brain and pain and refuse
To bear up. I will not be brave or excuse
My loss as just another of life’s burdens .

I will screech at injustice inflicted.  
 I want revenge to quench this fire.