Exhausted
A Villanelle With Imagery
Rest little baby, don’t say a word
You fight the good fight, relentless in your struggle
In the end, those responsible will mimic a gallows bird
Compassion for others leaves you undeterred
You worry not for your own troubles
Rest little baby, don’t say a word
Arrogant are those, “fake news” was overheard
People are dying, but they won’t be muzzled
In the end, those responsible will mimic a gallows bird
Your mental state taxed, emotions are strongly blurred
Tears accumulating at your feet, in a puddle
Rest little baby, don’t say a word