The World Is Not Worth Trusting Poem by Eche Ononukwe

We’re born into this realm of sorrows just like that;

sorrows, sadness and pains exactly after birth.

Nature cheats on us, we not on Nature.

We envision, we seek, we tend to have,

but have not;

we strive, we labour hard just in vain,

but Nature has multipli’d our sorrows.

Some born great gladd’n,

for Nature has made ‘em so;

oth’rs, suff’ring they all reap,

not that they’re lazy but Nature make’ so.

Some rich suppress;

some broth’rs help not broth’rs

and the world becomes and comes in vain.