Between the hours of wee and dawn,
Many a reveler throng,
The house that party built,
To mad in the jolly new year.

The day gradually chills,
Of a full table and an empty pocket,
Cash zoomed off like a rocket,
Tonight no high stakes, only cheap thrills.

The devil died in my arms last night,
She gave up without a fight,
I had lived with sweaty fright,
Always melting into something light.

Offer me,
Something new,
A thing  beyond,
The boring ordinary.

There are the things,
That frighten us,
Into doing things,
That harden us.

Sunshine filtered through the crack,
And with it a waft of warmbreeze,
I struggled out of the deep freeze,
Only to see everything still in uninspiring black.

The latest, and most heart wrenching  buzzword,
Oh, whence art thine mercy gone, dear Lord?
In every story all shades of this word greets the eye,
In circumstances of multiple array the people die;

The children of state have become dispensable,
Daily losing our young brains,
The government of state no longer dependable,
Every time rhetoricising empty refrains;

Dear heaven, kindly hear our prayer,
Please, in timely manner,
Before our candles are snuffed out,
Untimely, in gruesome manner!