Blackouts and Fireflies
Fire beaming at my face
Through thick fog of night
When the near most moon
Was unable to display
The horrors one felt
At the roaring of guns
I asked a firefly
To be my guide
To tell me how to show
The righteous path
To my fellows
She blinked and flown away
Damned to live a life of Proletarian
Cursed to look at sky when
betrayed
Left to see the dark side of
light
Warned to be watched by secret
eyes
Harnessed to reap what others
sown
Deserted to find our souls in
trenches
2012-05-08
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