The End of the 19th Century

A curse?... But only savages in pain
abuse their god that’s hiding in the air.
An irony?... but how can you compare
most dreadful scorns with every day’s disdain?
Contempt?... but only fools despise the weight
that is too heavy for their feeble arms.
Despair?... so hearing danger’s grim alarms
just like a scorpion we end our fate?
Struggle?... but how an ant succeed in strife
when thrust upon a rail before the train?
Resignation?... but can there be less pain
when we acquiesce to the butcher’s knife?