The World is Harsh

The world is harsh my child
She whispers to her babe
With the weather raging
She tucks it under her cape

The world is cruel, little one
She coos at one so small
She holds it tight to run
Away from the fires maul

The world is cold, boy
She scolds one so young
Grabbing away the toy
And no pretty words sung

The world is greedy, teen
She suddenly raises her voice
Hands over the food to soldiers
As if they had another choice

The world is hopeless, man
She screams and shouts
Frail in her small straw bed
Weathering the storm and blackouts

The world is lonely, my son
She rasps to one so tall
With a tear down her face
She dies before nightfall


– Wisaal


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