Despairdom

Neverland was where I was heading,

Watching my steps, carefully treading.

Thirsty, I searched for water,

saw a pitcher on a boulder.

But I knew it was unreal,

Anything good here is a pretty big deal.

Feeling lost, I asked for directions.

A peasant chirped,

"You shall find your own."

I asked," What's your crop?"

He says," Whatever the lord's men drop.

In this land of despair,

Everything is ablaze.

With his heinous ways

The Lord starves us for days.

When we question him, he says,

On his lips an evil smile plays,

"You want justice and respect?

Go to the graveyard,

Where my dead conscience lays."