Debate (Over Human Misery) Poem by Cheryl L. DaytecYañgot

Day:

I made sure Sun peeped through the floating clouds all day
To make the berries sweet, help plants survive on clay
I sent warmth for the human clothes and blankets to dry
To be worn when your stark coldness conquers the sky
I sprinkled chlorophyll so that the harvest will be plenty
There will be an abundance, no one has to go hungry.
But-I presume- you know humans – few will have too much
Most of them will sadly have no share of such and such
Their modern civilization taught them well how to divide
But ancient equity has always been a lesson put aside

Night:

Do not monopolize the credit for the assured plenitude
I am so deeply affronted by your overbearing attitude
Redemptive human events come to pass when I take over
Weary backs are recharged for the morrow’s arduous labor
The rich man’s inspiration is how to get more wealthy
He exploits the energy of those he maintains in poverty
When you return in glory; you make the proletariat work
Respite I give them from the force of the hoe and the fork
To plant money on soil, for the rich man, during your time
This is shameless slavery; you tolerate such a crime.

Day:

The crime of which you speak is not schemed in the day
The dark you bury the world in lets the wicked have their way
Nefarious conspiracies are hatched under your watch
The wide holes in their crime, when you come, they put a patch
You think it’s fabricated while over the world I rule
Because when I ease you out, the secrets come to the fore
You, on the other hand, obscure the hideous and the wrong
You curb illumination; you abate the vision of the throng
In my presence while I’m shimmering with brilliant light
Every malevolence is obvious; the wicked feel such fright!

Night:

I won’t accede that you’ll have the last word on this matter
You’re blaming me that humanity has gone to the gutter
Evil is planned and done when the public eye is closed
Blindness seals the eyes- more when it is self-imposed
When people neglect to see, the wicked grab the chance
To sow injustices, to steal progress with a song-and-dance
Whether it’s day or night, evil may be evident or latent
The people’s will to diagnose it, upon it will depend
It was wrong for me to hurl at you a strong accusation
When since the beginning of time, I knew you all along

Day:

So what you are saying is that none of these is our fault
We never let them dream up ignominies in our vaults
Our anger and helplessness has pushed us to quarrel
For a moment we forgot we’ve always loved each other

Night:

Exactly, my friend, without shame, they used our time
To bloat the price of concrete, to steal the masses’ last dime
To perpetrate their crimes, their iniquities and vices
None of these has our blessing; we are captive witnesses.

Day:

This is then the perfect time as any to remember
The ancient human culture we thought would be forever
People in the early times were not immersed in greed
They shared prosperity; exploitation was no creed

Night:

None of them, I remember, was either rich or poor
For equity was a virtue; disparity was no sore
Yes, we have been around since the very beginning
This batch of humans is here only for the time being

Day:

We will still be here when they are gone with their filth
If the new breed is the same, may God stop their birth
Before my duty ends today and you take over as lord
Have you not noticed, my friend, I have had the last word?