Compassion

The teething pains of a sapling
Kneeling beneath the gigantic oak
As insignificant as could be
My bruised knees and stubbed toes
You ignore, and tell me instead
Of all your blistering, enormous woes
I needed a warm, caressing hand
And a shoulder to moisten with tears
Instead you asked me the measure
Of a stubbed toe and scraped knee
In front of the killings and misery
In which lies cloaked, the world we know?