Analysis of Refugee in pain

For eons, man was a great trustee
For eons, man was noble and humble
For centuries, man was man's confidante
For centuries, man was man's best friend
For with man, only happiness reigned

Now things staged to another level,
A level where firm convictions exeat not,
Where only lumbers of the lowest grade exist,
Where a degree of frankness degraded to inevanescent hostility,
And man brings blue to another man.

For man cannot be a trustee anymore
And pain is the final happiest destination,
Acrimony replaces the trustedan to be unconditional friend,
A camp tolerable of you it becomes,
For seeking refugee in pain never deceives.