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Rhapsody of the Night
RHAPSODY OF THE NIGHT __________________________ Darkness she dawns her costume preparing for her play. The stars gleam and glitter on the blue stage. Moon shines, she's happy to play the part of spot light. Clouds like light boys gather and adjust the light. Breeze, she gently caresses the trees. The rustling of the leaves make music in your ears. Somewhere a dog barks keeping at bay the sinister characters of the night . Hungry infant cries in the dark. Missing the warmth of mothers embrace. She suckle her child in the warmth of her breast. Somewhere a human groans and moans in pain. From the sickness that afflicts mankind. Women they labour in pain. Curse of the gods to their womanhood. Birth of a boy child, the family rejoice and celebrate. Curse the day If its a girlchild, and the mother who conceived her. Not in least knowing, that the sex of the child is determined by the father's genes. The wailing siren of an ambulance , rushing an failing heart, just a glimmer of hope is left. Somewhere someone wailing, The church bells are tolling. Announcing that a soul has departed The night patrol is on his beat, with his strobe lights dazzling , he honks his siren, reassuring its safe, that he's on his rounds. keeping the antisocial off the streets. As the dawn breaks. The milk man, paper man and the garbage van, crisscross the streets. Its time to arise and meet the challenges of another day.
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