Tuesday, November 22, 2016

No party before midnight [poem]

working along, working alone.
no rest for the wicked
not wanting or waiting to leave home
no celebration without sacrifice

no party before midnight
no winning the prize
no party before midnight
no truth through the lies

the day is gone before you
the day is given to the others
the night is left with little of you
nothing left to share with your brothers

no party before midnight
no winning the prize
no party before midnight
no truth through the lies

echoed concerns fading in the night
tired people with voices full of blisters
the curtain falls from the peaks at the top
we are left to tend to the wounds of our sisters

no party before midnight
no winning the prize
no party before midnight
no truth through the lies

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