Travesty and Tragedy

Tragedy is a heart that breaks,
A soul enduring darkened days,
A loss so deep, it shakes the ground—
Real pain where grief is found.

Travesty is a mockery played,
A farce in the name of charade,
Not pain, but insult—shallow, loud—
A crown placed on a fraud.

One weeps from truth too hard to bear,
The other? Laughter laced with glare.
Tragedy mourns. Travesty jeers.
One drowns in tears. One fuels our sneers.