What good?

What good is a gilded winecup
That is always empty?
What good is a beautiful world
When my heart
Is torn apart by grief?

What good is furniture precious,
What's the point of prayer from pen,
When blood and tears
Are flooding
Every step that I walk?

And what good is a wall brick and mortar?
I would much rather have lived
In a poor tent 
With my brother.
As long as the world were at peace.