The night is lonely and melancholy,
a starless, moonless sky hovers me,
light's joy is wasted—sorrow is only,
unluckily our planned-dreams will no longer be.
Happiness' smile is tainted,
the yellow of the sunflower is painted bright black,
faith's legs have given in—courage have fainted,
man's been conquered by sin and his beggin' Christ to come back.
History is becomin' more and more
bipolar,
democracy is the postmodern pretext for war,
hegemony is at the core of mankind's
solar,
science is the emergin' ruler for God and man are becomin' insular.
Our governments love the
poor,
so there's no effort to dismantle
poverty,
instead, they are busy manufacturing some more,
whilst the majority is facing a mental gravity.
K