O the Pity of Evil

Each object you create shall become seeds
That do become their task in like manner;
But for the manner of the one who does
Wield your creation, does he share foes
That did drive you to work upon your toes
Day and night, by the fire of the sun,
And in desperation by firelight,
Does he drive himself as you have done? So
Shall you allow your creation life, won
By your skill, foreseen in hours of woe
That bent the universe to your will? Sun
And moon do have purpose, to light our way,
But creations created for us do
Sometimes never see the fair light of day.

                                   O the Pity of Evil, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012