The Nameless Day
On the spinning Earth,
the most thrilling ride.
Born into a "caste",
your life will decide.
Remnants of cities,
the highest culture.
Must pay their tribute,
to the top "vulture".
From primitive man,
to the "jet-setter".
Who will be the Judge,
to say who's better?
The golden treasure,
of the written book.
Had its "glory day",
and the world shook.
Leaders of nations,
using "baited speech".
Conform the people,
with the lies they preach.
On this "nameless day",
when light disappears.
Comes the final act,
the making of tears!
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