Pitch black halo surrounds the city,
A little light, ah! shed it tonight;
Corpses wake up each morning
And drowning are pretty
Angels in fright.
Silent smiles, fake too sometimes,
Encircle our bodies, alight;
Isn’t it better for the evil,
As said, is encouraged by words
Ain’t I right?
Can’t we see butterflies cheering
People in the daylight?
Or for that sort, happiness that
Doesn’t have to be justified?
Yet we find, hearts chattering,
The mind – forever deprived,
That’s the rub, we shouldn’t
Pat it all like it’s right;
Nor use force against it,
Explain your ground, you might.