‘Suddenly I saw the cold and rook-delighting heaven’
from The Cold Heaven, by W.B. Yeats
When a child bellowed in agony
And the sky so grey and misty
Do we deny him of our smile?
Do we take his mind off it for a while?
Do we weave him a story of blossom?
Keep him company so he’s not lonesome
Riddled with faith or fate, heaven or hell
Move not as an elephant but as a gazelle
And in a sly way, the misery was dropped
Rain-sodden to sun-kissed place swapped
Cold injustice and decline of humankind
Social inequality and all things combined
(c) ladyleemanila 2017