Will Night See the Light of Day

Where have they gone those pretty flowers

Where, the oft- quoted Ivory Towers,

Questions, questions, questions, all

Where is Heaven and it’s “believed” Powers?

Why are we in such disarray

Tragedies now in full display,

Is there no relief in sight, none

Does Heaven have nothing to do or say?

Horrendous, what we witness, sadly

People fleeing and, often, madly,

Children from their parents torn

The elderly being treated, badly.

Where’s Compassion, Care for humanity

Fellow- feeling, brotherhood and parity,

Run for life the only mission

Colour bars the Refugee.

Is it all destined, I ask

Is every face just another mask?

Must we stay oblivious to all

Make ends meet the only task.

Will Night see the light of Day

Will the scene change, another Play?

Will Darkness lift and Dawn arrive

Will the Angel of Peace have its way?

Who knows what the Morrow holds

Who knows what, next, unfolds,

We can only hope and pray

‘Tis Destiny that moulds, re-moulds.

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