Where is the Sunlight?
Grey clouds lay forever in our sight.
No sign of coherence, no permittance of light.
How long must we linger in this murky shallow?
Refusing to drift, hesitant breeze among the willow.
Yet the rains fall sparsely gnawing at the sediment of our laden past.
To little to abate our fiery rampage; how long can we last?
The nights grow darker, the incessant screams unheard.
How much turbulence is necessary, can being become anymore absurd?
Must it take a lurid plague to pervade our estranged lands?
To impress our disunity, lack of solidarity, nay plans.
Are we only here to ravage what remains?
Pierce our brethren, covering up our stains.
Is there any hope we can walk our shadows and carry us forward beyond demise?
Coming together as one vision, to anchor the sunlight and beam our collective cries.
~ Written By Justin Bose © ~
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