I am two parts yet go forth as one injustice.

I am friend to nobody yet by half I am similar.

I am not tangible yet am indeed problematic.

I am abundant in fools yet rarer in the astute.

I am present like a cloak yet never a gift blanket.

I am diffuser of anguish yet never forgiveness.

I am dictated by fate yet controlled largely by life.

I am a price of lacking yet seldom yield a prize.

I am readily available in nations of the third.

I am an unwelcome struggle yet a defining time.

I am in rhyme with Mark’s whip yet gave that up.

I am started like toughness yet ended on a boat.

WHAT AM I?

Last edition’s Fustigator: Rosebud