Shackled Reality

“why is the world against us, sweetie?” he asked with a dash of innocence a tinge of sadness volumes of sincerity what could I say in response? the answer eluded me for years unknown to me path to a cynical end did he really need an answer? I wondered offering him words the best I could boosting cause of hope is painting optimism worth it? the divided world with divided regions divided waters divided land, divided hearts “what should I tell you, sweetie?” thoughts spoke love is a business practicality wins emotions die in honor’s face