IN THE DARK AND QUIET

 

      Darkness and quiet lingered on,

      and in my heart thoughts run,

      in the deep recess of my mind

      I searched but couldn't find,

      I pondered and thought

      how man lies and deciet had bought,

      and the answer like a fugitive

      proved my search abortive.



      The sun rises

      but unable to reveal the works of men in secret

      to the depths of its hiding place stray

      to try another day

      and the repetition takes its course

    each day gets worse

      and man keeps dominating man to his injury

      by lies and virtous vices condoned by the jury.



      The die is cast

      as night draws fast,

      under the angry watch of the star's stare

      the real owners of the night display their wares,

      taking what rightfully belongs to them where they did not sow,

      while the sweat and tears of the farmer made them grow,

      now mourners of the harvest

      looted for a banquet.



      Hush! Quiet,

      in the dark and quiet,

      inside, voices urged,

      and I in acquiesance hushed,

                                        listen,

      heed the voice that men do not harken,

      the wine of wisdom drink

      to disburse to them beyond brink.



      The powerhouse is on fire,

      by the heat of the men of the spinning tyre,

      boxers in suits and laces,

      schemers in public places,

      money's journey to private store houses

      sealed by the king's puns

      the wheezeless worm that lives on and sends the vegetable to its tomb.



      Black is beautiful

      but who wants to continue the fool?

      friendly foes,

      contributors to a nation's woes,

      their duty is to watch over the king's treasure

      instead they watch the invader's pressure,

      tread not far from light

      beautiful black is the color of the night.



      Pity the cries of the soul

      and the grim greyness of the gaol,

      bleeding bodies in serene heat,

      pride brought down to a kneeling seat,

      faces wrung wrihkled

      by years of bwishing the star even tinkled

      light sapped from their faces

      and darkness takes its place.



      Hush! Quiet,

      watch and be quiet,

      the king himself in black,

      the chameleon changes its skin to dark,

      a silent flourish announcehis presence,

      a mute sentence,

      the pen is stronger when work is at hand,

      the plane is on its way to Switzerland.





      Hush! quiet,

      I listened to the moonand star' mournful duet,

      a prelude to the night activities,

      heels hurrying to complete the nitty-gritties

      in the dark and quiet

      I stare at night's stale diet,

      until sleep took its took course,

    tommorow should bring anything but worse.