This Nature So Unnatural Poem by Isaak DeMaio

Clear baby blue sky,
burning yellow sun,
beautiful trees swaying
from a breezy wind.
Naive innocent children,
bathing in rays of sun,
frolicking through grass,
shirtless and disobediently.
Violently striking one another
across bare skinned backs,
with open soft palms,
faking smiles, laughter,
and the urgent sting of pain.
Adrenaline rushing from
head to feet, while the heart pumps
blood vigorously, abnormally.
Falling and flailing, face first,
eating the ground before him,
shaking from the summer swelter,
cardiac arrest.
Lifeless, face down,
no use, no way in looking up,
pitch black dirt taunting.
 
Clear baby blue sky,
burning yellow sun,
beautiful trees swaying
from a breezy wind,
naive innocent children,
bathing in rays of sun,
finding out first hand
death of a fellow soul.
They bawl in their hands,
such a tragic misfortunate event,
while one strange little boy,
stares at the lifeless body,
grinning half-heartedly,
motionless, and emotionless.
Grotesquely offering
apathetic looks, turning
his back on death, walking away.
 
Finally he speaks,  
'A clear baby blue sky,
a burning yellow sun,
with beautiful trees swaying
from a breezy wind.
If the world was perfect,
it wouldn't be.'