Rising From The Song Of Politics Poem by Nicole Anne Sia

The night be dark as the music plays;
Trembling shadows go astray.
The light be gone while the song conveys
A message only shades portray.

Silhouettes blindly felt their way
Grasping every note they could.
Until arpeggios strangled the prey
To which they all misunderstood.

Corrupted symphonies were heard:
Tons of lies were packed within.
The astute were nonetheless deferred -
Silence by echoes of their kin.

Yet, there remain some with keen minds
Whose wits slurred past this cursed song.
They sought light, the queerest of finds,
To prove that naught, but this, is wrong.

The wise rose to acquire the light -
Blazoned the errs going on.
Cracked the puerile with the truth of the night:
The vile took them as but a pawn.

Daybreak now cast the night aside
As the hymn chanted was done.
Belittled kins united with pride
For the sound battle has been won.