Gravity Always Wins

Life's spectrum ranges good to beastly grim.
Some people are both generous and brave,
exuding love and light, up to the brim.
While others scam and gyp, and think that they've
racked up a win, while broken hopes and tears
splash through their wake. Are riff-raff folks immune
from paying dues? I hear their scoffs and jeers,
"you can't touch me". Has every thug and goon
secured a pass to skirt the reach of all
because they're strong, or rich, or heartless cold?
Think hard on this. Prayers of the poor still fall,
unheard by Grace for centuries untold.
The question is, are you a force for good
or just a cad who'd loot life if he could?