A Tiny Request
Pile up the sorrow, and snow
both are white
a bucket of hate, and lack of rain
they are dark like crows.
You mix love and fear
in a goblet inside
churn greed out of need
to stop the landslide.
Simple joy, innocent coy
nobody else can provide
let’s plow silence and
happiness, myriad in mind
In the world, people suffer
children ache in hunger, in vein
an young soldier dies in the field
for the cause, you never question.
Your fear, please get it clear
you have a roof and warmth
we need a home to live,
and not a castle, my dear.
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