It is nighttime in our nation
The citizen is down writhing in pain
And her assailants tower above her with a ghostly grin,
revealing the only white organ in their damned sacrilegious beings.
The citizen fearfully dilates her teary eyes
First, all around the empty night space
Then back through her assailants’ hearts.
Oh Lord, the former looks like daylight
cause the latter is too dark, unbright
The darkness of their souls chokes light
Out of the nation.
It is a sad nation
Like a dark starless sky
The citizen is the only moon
Surrounded and attacked
by darkness from all dimensions.
It is five or less hours before dawn
May day find us whole and changed.
And give reign to the sun, a member of light.
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Author:
Somoine (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Powerful, gritty and with great images that are used as metaphors. Nicely done
Thank very much, for your time and kindness.
Wonderful powerful write, it is raw and passionate and very well expressed, enjoyed the read
Thank you, It's an honour that you enjoyed it
You are very welcome
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