Escape

the bears have caves
the birds have nest
does the server, ever
find happiness
will the slave, ever
be free
can the unloved, ever
find comforting
will the people, ever
know God
will life, ever matter
for some
will their loss, ever
amount to something
more then the drops
of tears they shed
falling throughout the
ages of the world
does this poem, matter
if in fact, it was first
written in BLACK ink