World Of Constant Sorrow Poem by DM W

There is a deep sadness in the eyes of the caged bird,
As it envies the freedom and colourful flight
Of the butterfly. And there are only a few words
Occasionally tinged with a warm, tender light
That can hold back the ravages of dreadful night.
For this wanton world is a vale of constant tears:
Where blazing vainglorious boasts drown out the plight
Of the oppressed: who are shivering with cold fears.