A Bitter Plight

There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night particles of doss drift through a ray of white. Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted, coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted. I see the bitter blight of man's neglect lay upon the once fertile field of summer hay. I see a mighty ocean writhe and foam, die and n'er a voice is lifted, n'er an angry cry. I see children put their parents out to die and parents who accost their children with lies. Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted, coming endlessly unasked, never daunted.