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