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