Jester

A baby cries in the night
that nothing is ever right.
I try peacefully with might
to ease its sorrowful plight.

Laugh we will at hypocrisy
with a steadfast industry.
The night comes and I plea
you find an ease with me.

Complicate a world’s crux
and I’ll show you in a flux
how to learn we must trust
we all are but simply dust.

I’ll be the fool so I can be
in a state of constant peace.
That I can in the very least
unravel tension as we feast.

Published by Jared

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