The Fog of Night
As we wade into the fog of the night,
In fear, people reach and grope with blind eye.
May there be on all of our paths bright light.
Hurried from their houses, fleeing in fright,
No farewells spoken, no huddled good-bye,
As we wade into the fog of the night.
Hubris hoists feeble minds to lofty height,
With unbridled tongues that lead with a lie.
May there be on all of our paths bright light.
Why? Why do the giants abuse their might?
Concealing answers, who will tell us why,
As we wade into the fog of the night?
In dire plight, we know the way that is right.
The way ahead, for every step, we cry,
“May there be on all of our paths bright light.”
Treading through carnage and unsightly blight,
Our hope in our future keeps our heads high.
As we wade into the fog of the night,
May there be on all of our paths bright light.
02/28/2022
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