Saturday, January 25, 2014

Sunrise, Sunset

Sunrise, sunset
The same, continues
Once a ruler, a god
Master of the human race
It giveth, it taketh
it awakened those that slept
dried up the weak
blinded the proud
Supreme force
Unable to be controlled
Sunrise, sunset
The lamps burn all night
The electric hum
The king was weakening
Crops grow regardless
the weak are strengthened
The blinded are shaded
The A/C melting
electronic beeps awaketh
Midnight stars raineth
The ruler is weak, unheeded
A mere tradition
Grown old
A routine
Sunrise, Sunset

               -Quasimodo

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