crystal ball.

the world can point, and laugh, and tease, and sigh.

who will sing the baby its lullaby.

it wakes to feel the earthly tremors.

human terrors, natural disasters.

ever so silent and sound it watches.

cut this burn that the baby mirrors.

it needs no knowledge to read our sign.

he licks his thumb and scratches his behind.

so young so crude we observe our future.

no hope no faith something we can be sure.