It’s easy for them to feast

To gorge

To take

To lay their greed filled eyes on

Those golden rays of Dawn’ early light

Broken by the pillars of glass and steel

Separated into a thousand corners

Blocked by the walls of power

Only in the few windows of high

Does light fully reach the eyes

Of bottomless darkness where nothing lies

But that is not to them the light belongs to

Even basking in the alleyways of democracy

Walking next the refuse of the world

One can see that it belongs to the People

A commandment held high by the sky’s steeple

As hard as they may try to shroud the world

As strong as their buildings may be

As insidious as their violence is

No leader, no priest, no hired man

Can turns the rays away

So that we may not have Day

Even as the light fades at Dusk

When hope seems gone and

When the vicious feeding begins

By the moon, by the stars, they sing up high

Truth and power never astride

The light still will arise