Welcome to the summer sunrise of anticipation,
When child-like dreams fail and we wait for a hopeful ghost’s illumination,
To have prayed and received no reward for our trust,
Is to watch all this building fall to solemn dust.
The angelic visions that visit us in quiet times are not real,
And the hopes sink deep in the ocean of the surreal,
Why does the Sun pass?
To leave a promise that is shattered like glass,
An assurance that you will be able to see
Your brother suffering while your own hands are unfree,
Unable to assist in any way.
To realise that what we are all waiting for is a holocaust
of misery that is already happening every single day