Real Walkers' Ride On Fake World Poem by glorious alice

Once you smile
The world smile at you with cunning
When you cry
No one does so with you
The cantle towards sea is no longer alive-but
Someone can change and light up the cantle in safe hands
Take your sword and hew those who
Never befriend you-and
Throw your roses of grinning to their graveyard
You perhaps walk under the glooming sky
Push yourself for a couple of miles-then
There is a greenish valley for you-and
You will see the heap of nettlesome words being used to hurt you
Those will implore you to forgive
Walk with a pride shoulder
Thousands of Lullabies will be sung for your tranquil sleep