The Glow No More The Glory Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Oh! Mocking day, have you but come?
No, thy transcendental beauty looks suspicious
What present have you for me?
You ravenous and venomous day that surfaces with smile
But underneath sticks thy proboscis into the pores of men
Sucking the blood of the innocents;
Shall you not but one day account for your works?
Oh! Mocking day you that awaken men with hope of brilliance;
How you dare turn to frown at me so aggressively?
You remember you were once the object of everyone's expectation
But why and what has made you betray this confidence?
Were you marrowless? or that indeed that men may question?
You remember how all loved you and cared for you
How then comes this bitterness in the pudding?
Is it not the evil you spake against that
You are now found taking delight in?
At least you would have been considerate and affectionate
Before striking me with your unseen wand of burden.
When you showered your dews on every creature,
The hope of a new born day is felt everywhere;
But why are you today full of labor and burden?
That saps the pride and youthfulness of men.
Oh! The glow is no more the glory
As all are rendered senile by the strength of the labor of their life.
Let no one speak against evil as I see evil as a divine compliment of life.
This is an established acme of truth.