I wonder why?

Often I wonder why
fate has destined
all men to die,
they play their part
on the stage of life,
then suddenly depart,
their corpses vile and rotten,
their lives forgotten;
what purpose could there be
to be born and struggle,
only to end in death's misery.

If there be gods,
good they are not,
to create men,
then let them rot.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2006 Alfred Charasz