Sunlight, seeps in
Through their dead fortunes
And renewed loathing
For the world and its ways

From across the street
Screams, fresh from children
Blaring into the lifeless souls
Waking up the least of ghouls

Trapped in them
Lies an abundant world
Of money and power
Diamonds are their only flowers

Trapped in their longings
Overlooking reality
And rewriting destiny
They stay asleep
It's siesta of ignorance

The hour of wisdom
Unwelcome
For the unease it brings
Rises with the sun
And sets in the dark
Right before the day breaks
The hope.