The night is cracked
But day may not come
The aroma in the air
Is despair from the
Shells of artillery or
The mouth of a politician
With NO Soul
The earth is still on path
Aimless as the sailors of
Lost sea, no mandate
The pendulum is swinging
Not attached to hands
The darkness is cracked
The night may survive
Another day, another century
The WORD fell upon Darkness
But remained absorbed
In itself, forgot the light
