A Cry from Afar

Frantic cries maybe, but from far away
I'm lolling in the lap of luxury
So why do I care if they eat but whey.

Desperate parents sighing all the day
Living a life of toil and drudgery
Frantic cries maybe, but from far away.

Poverty-stricken, none poorer than they
While I fun and feast, they eat shrubbery,   
So why do I care if they eat but whey.

Kneeling down unto the Lord they did pray
Every breath unkind, an arduous journey
Frantic cries maybe, but from far away.

It’s the law of fate, none otherwise can sway
There is no escape, no recovery
So why do I care if they eat but whey.

Whilst they subsist on charity, sleep on hay
They but reap what they sow, in summery
Frantic cries maybe, but from far away
So why do I care if they eat but whey.
 

(~Form: Villanelle)