literary illusion

When the world around is righted
and the natural order apt,
a something still can equal nothing;
something yet subtracts.
When the scales hang in tandem,
pound of flesh for pound of flesh,
when white rabbits arrive quite early
& Lazarus awakes refreshed;
The balance still is skewed you know,
because there are no wrongs to write.
A constancy of state achieved.
Big Macs for Snow White.
Though each content sleeps safe at night
Salieri cries against you all
& I can hear the raven chanting
nevermore and nevermore.
Please do something, someone.
Do something. Anything. Now.
Morph, someone, or change. Something.
For once don't say what you mean.
I speak for unheard children.
I cannot live at Innisfree.