Nobody's Land

"Nobody's Land"
Sneering, sneering, a picture of torture.
Hey, I’m looking at you.
Restrain, Madam.  I got hold of you.
This is a land of nobody’s land.
Tension, worry, fancy, illusion all mingle together.
Wine!  A drop of wine could wrap your sorrows.
Nay, don’t you cry.  What’s the use of sadness?
This is a land of nobody’s land.
Selfish, ugly as it is that spares no one. 
Before, I walk gently across you; later I see you all blind.
For this is nobody’s land.
Through your blue eyes, I could feel the pains.
(God never touches the pain; it is the man who has fingers on it.
Are they yours or mine?)
Nay, it is nobody’s land.
Don’t let go if you still survive.
By chance “it” might back you up.