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.