When we fall asleep
Will they weep
Or will they laugh,
thinking success,
and, defeat
You will finally sleep
They will be left,
with the walking corpses,
on the street
A world that needs to cry,
when we enter no lie
When we leave,
joy, and smiling,
should be retrieved
As we are leaving,
a wicked tale,
that does not allow,
for eternal sail

© 2021 Carol Natasha Diviney