Joy

I was kind of happy/sad today s oI wrote 2 almost completely opposite poems. Here goes...

"We have joy, Joy joy, In the African Plains  of our minds,
We have joy. Joy joy, In our every thought, That we’ve got
When in pain, We must embrace, That awful place In our mind
So we can have, Joy."
-YT

"Child- Oh mother, you are dead.
You won't get up from bed.
The storm came, the storm went,
then black Death had been sent,
to take you from your home,
I am left all alone,
an orphan. None claim me
as their own. As  I walk the 
death walk.
People- Our hearts, they break
at the dying breath
that the child takes.
Desecrated ground,
now not a sound.
The plague that taketh she,
pray not taketh me."
-YT