To simply state a world of affairs is nothing more than a complete waste of a fabrication;
It is most certainly a charming and comfortable place to be:
This world.
It’s Rivers, Oceans, Lakes, Seas,
Mountains, Forests, Creatures, and
Lessons fill us in awe of its paramount;
A hold on us, unforgettable; humbling.
All things with charm, however, are prone to the hidden under worldly evils
That plague any or all that find contact.
There is no shyness in inconvenience;
It is more spoken to all things than it would be
Uncommon for one to make a living from devouring one’s own foot.

Welcome to my world.
I mean,
At least everyone around isn’t starving to death,
Or without medical care,
Severely uneducated,
Or indoctrinated.
-In the nearest mile.

I honestly will still claim, however,
That the commoners are obsessed with themselves enough to have
Compassion for the world
As long as they have the time.
In this world it isn’t difficult to manipulate the people into ruining everything
Resulting in a fear more uncomfortable than feeling a loss;
A tear shed for a father but not a family,
A compassion shared only to one and not to many.

Classically stated
Nothing’s half that bad.
More hear of the horrors plaguing
The omnipresent beauty
Than of the sustaining powers that be.
Surely this is a terror,
But what the hell can I do about it;
I’m just a child.