Trapped we’ve been, believers
and non-believers alike, in this dungeon
- a room full of venomous vipers
- a hall that in the not-so-distant season
of economic lepers, here was where a patient recovers
- hope was glistening, hope was a reason
to hold on, to holding on

Honey-cured tongues scooped,
facts fudged and frothed, truth looped
Alas! we’ve all been duped
Instant change, six months quickly pooped
- rights became wrong, right stooped
- wrong became right,
- villains became heroes overnight
- immorality is might
- and quest for justice a seeker’s fright
This side, this race, these islands of many beaches white
- oft said as worth one’s dying for, one’s lonely fight
suddenly plunged deep into this Pitch Black night

Here Dark prevails, dark thoughts are tools
to maim the wise, the good. Pedestaled mules
treat us like canned sardines – fools
who locked themselves jam-packed inside
but left the key mindlessly outside
now Hope is flickering, seems to hide
After all the sacrifices far and wide
Is this all that there is - a place to deride?

Here Dark prevails, dark thoughts are raging bulls
But behind the door, I know the Great Light rules
Peep through the keyhole, see the fire
burning. Just one lit candle in straits dire
Strong winds blowing, to put it out with hate
Rush, before that last flame dies, we should not wait.