There Is Shadow, And There's Light

There Is Shadow And There Is Light.

By Adam Kane.

I repose.

With all the world in darkness, with all her days at a close,

for the fires of dawn and flames of midday, have yielded in the twilight,

putting strife to peace and fight to flight.

Body and mind, at peace all,

rendered by the night's enchanting call.

In my slumber I see nought.

I see not the soldier slain in battle, who for his sons and country fought,

I see not the starving, who in the burning sun have bled,

and now in desolation, are dead.

Nor see I the poor, whose broken bodies beg for alms,

yet receive nothing but the coursest balms.

Shadow shrouds all, blinding the eye and deadening the mind.

Yet, not so easily is the ear with lies lined.

For silence is sundered swifter than shadow;

the soldier's corpse lies still,

yet his slighted moan sounds from his bloodied barrow.

The labourer's broken body, is hidden by the night's fraternity,

but his starving groans and dying moans, echo through eternity.

Now comes the dawn's first light,

heralding the end of a long and restless night.

I rise to see the sun seep through the trees,

it's dying blossoms borne upon a timid breeze,

for beneath the blossom trees stir the spirits of the fallen,

no longer deaf and dumb, as society would call them,

but sturdy and strong, present in light as in shadow.

An inconvenient truth,

blooming in it's youth.