This World is Cruel.
Written by Dave Winnyk on 5/1/2022
This World is Cruel.
This world is cruel.
And when I asked “Why?“,
It asked me “Why not?“.
And when I asked it to back off,
It demanded I stand my ground.
And when I asked it why it would make flowers,
It tossed me among the cactuses.
And when my body was bleeding,
It chased me — more hungry than before.
And when I begged it to cease,
It trampled over me.
And when my head laid between the world’s monstorous feet
staring up through an endless storm
I asked, “Why do I love you?”
“Well, what else could you do?”