Jun 2018
This World
This world
twisted cord
many pains
little gains
many tears
little cheers
Freedom song
echoes strong
from ladies
from babies
'stop ******! '
cries mother
No answer
no panacea
heads burst
hearts burst
time flies
hope dies
many wrongs
how long
oh morrow
what sorrow!
Hearts fail
sad tale
This world
twisted cord
many pains
little gains
many tears
little cheers
Freedom song
echoes strong
from ladies
from babies
'stop ******! '
cries mother
No answer
no panacea
heads burst
hearts burst
time flies
hope dies
many wrongs
how long
oh morrow
what sorrow!
Hearts fail
sad tale
Wrote this poem when almost despaired by the city circumstances a lot of people are plunged to in this world. We are so entangled by devices we plot wit our own hands and this is so sickening.
