The Bat
In the darkness of the midnight,
A messenger draws near.
Bringing solemn tidings,
Spreading tales of fear.
Black-hearted little demon.
Against the darkened sky.
Spreads lies and confusion,
To make the people cry.
Death sets on it's wing-tips,
We are sure of that.
But where did it really come from?
That little Chinese Bat?
Were you sent out by the Devil?
Or a rich man in his stead?
Will we struggle with confusion?
Till everyone is dead?
The Newsman tells his story,
His heart is filled with glee,.
He loves to tell the story,
Of this little joke on me.
In my life I have known kindness,
Even more than I could ask.
Till a bat flew in my room.
And made me wear a mask.
Should we give up work and living?
And jump into the sea?
Just what is the answer?
For folks like you and me?
The line is very hazy,
Between what is right and fear.
What is the proper answer?
When the Bat draws near?
The truth is somewhere hidden,
Beneath the darken skies.
But how are we to find it?
Beneath so many lies?
Copyright © Wanda Daugherty | Year Posted 2020
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