My Cry In Sorrow!

Now happiness is death!
Condolence too scarce!
Inspirations got their refuge in the dustbin of history!
Friends chemeleon to foes;
Paving way for sorrow,
To force courage into exile.
Left with nothing but to stand aloof
too.
Remote from all and question he above;
Has thou empathy got to jail?
Got it bail and survel me.
I'm down without a cause.
Raise me even if I'm cursed.
Now happiness still rest in mortuary,
Feed it with breath,
That it will come back to live.
Punish available condolence with reproach;
And replace it with
congrats.
Lets inspirations fight with history;
And reconcile with me.
Make friends arrive to their senses;
And let me forget old wounds.
Return courage
from exile;
And send sorrow to endless slavely.