Is there a time of day,.
That pain is relative,.
To the sun rays that beam down in waves,.
As it sets in the corner of the globe,.
That we can only dream to know,.
Will the animals ponder our plight,.
As we make them suffer with our hands painted red,.
Will they have empathy to our mothers,.
That gave birth to us in the dead of night,.
A sound is heard in our breaths,.
It hints at something is impossible to obtain,.
A beacon of hope travelling billions of light years,.
Will you be there catch it in your eye,.
Or will it pass you by,.
Going past you as you stare into the sky,.
Where is the pain when it is needed,.
Where is the smile when we feel it,.
Is there hope for us when we are indebted,.
To the hands that feed us scraps from their crooked tables,.
Will society continue to shape us,.
Into convoluted idiots with narrow minds,.
While we beckon for freedom,.
All the answers we here from all sides are lies,.
The sun will rise hopefully once more,.
And in this night, we can smile, cry,.
Begin to finally release our spirits from our blackened cores,..,.,.