When all they have witnessed is light
And none with experience dark, forlorn
Who will grieve the passing of the night
When all are young, and after sunrise born?
I can see my future in your dying eyes
From its flickering knowledge, no power accrues
Your eyelids - a shroud - like a cloud in clear skies
From which only shadowy darkness ensues
A cloud that is growing, that blots out the light
Foreboding, of every silver lining shorn
Who will grieve the passing of the night
When all are young, and after sunrise born?
Will a final memory remorse beget
An imprint deep in unconscious mind
A silent requiem for night that set
A tie reached back, in time, to bind
A shriek suspended, frozen, still
A single phase from wavelet torn
Who will grieve the passing of the night
When all are young, and after sunrise born?
Baghdad's death, seven centuries long
With bang and whimper entwined, close
Legalized rape of the temple of law
With god run rampant, the devil froze
A blood drop ruby of the diamond dead
Will the crown of an ivory skull adorn
Who will grieve the passing of the night
When all are young, and after sunrise born?
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