The dark is here
Sounds of automobiles drilling deep into the ears
Car's headlight striking powerfully the eyes
Lots of buzzing on the road
Movement like the bubbles of the boiling water
Everybody finding their abode to lay to rest their bodies
The dark is here
A place where the road is as dark as the black curtain
Not like the elite's habitat that is lit up with lights
Ours is always in total darkness
And we always walk in great fear
Let us sleep in the night
And wake up in the morning to fight
For light in the night
Then will we walk freely free from fear
If we stand up for our right
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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