Nursery Rhyme for the Damned

[Dont_Call_Me]

Little boy sulks at the foot of his bed,
Because in a few years,
He'll probably be dead.
Alone in a world full of hatred and war.
Disease, crime and hunger,
What could he Want More?
But maybe he'll win, maybe he'll fight.
He might just find out,
What's wrong and what's right.

 

[Nietzche]

I am sorry, but I had the strange urge to laugh after reading this poem. Take no offence . . . I have a morbid sense of humor.
Nice work!
[ 08 January 2002: Message edited by: Nietzche ]