If heavy reigns are lightly seized
When foolishness is often pleased
Where calloused hands have found and squeezed
There Sorrow goes, a plague unleashed.
If work and toil are always eased
When idle wants are swift appeased
Where honest men are mocked and teased
Then Sorrow comes, dark flood released.
If noble walls have been besieged
When tyrants rule with minds diseased
Where brokenness has been bequeathed
Here Sorrow stays, and lives, and breeds.
*rings gong*
ReplyDelete*Orchestral music plays mournfully in the background, whose sound is cut short by the ringing of an ancient Chinese gong....(moments pass)....A woman wails.....fade out with sounds of pouring rain and prevailing winds*
ReplyDeleteThis should be named "Sorrow's Lair"
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