Fading Light

Fading Light

There is madness in the
darkness fallen on this land.
Can any man hold
a lantern
high enough to waken
the masses seemingly
asleep?

Until it dawns
on them, the air will foul,
no stream will run clear,
toil will bring no reward,
fewer will be able
to stand tall,
while the fewest profit.

Can any woman stir
the fire that steams
as it’s flooded with rhetoric
designed to placate
while smothering those who
stoked it out of frustration?

It has begun,
and will become a long night
until eyes are open to the fact
that, ineptly, to conserve
means to preserve
the elite in their effort to
keep us in the dark.

The optional prompt at NaPoWriMo 2017 for Day 17 of National Poetry Writing Month/Global Poetry Writing Month is to write a nocturne.

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