metonymy4u

Does mind pain ever end upon dawning of the day
Do we continue night’s writhing by turning hours of the sun–
Laughter ever an occasion for someone’s misery,
Tender looks there digging sadness
            Out of every one by single one?
Did ancient crusades, holy wars, over-worked tapestries
Of variegated endeavors spawned in the breast of a haunted heart
Turn misguided culture shock to despiséd third world parts,
Long sundered from their war addicted community?
            Were it foretold and ordained from the start
That hearts should turn against their own designs
And thus cannot be trusted, nor lands with love combined?