A poem asking why it is not the same everywhere when we are all under the singular sky.

Housed under one roof
we’re the children of the sky
yet you’re biased, I say you are
I question myself why?
When it pours somewhere
somewhere its sunny bright
waves leap and bound in floods
drowning lands out of sight.
Some regions the apple of your eye
bounties in abundance
and there it crackles in drought dismal
the riddles of providence.
Now do not recite nature’s laws
theories have lost logic
for you know they’re all preordained
all your black magic.
Or why should culprits go scot free?
Weaklings penalized?
Why are things unfair everywhere,
that cannot be verbalized?
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