There walked a man of the past on a road
leading to somewhere not known.
The world baffled him, It was not as it was, as if
As if ,Something alien had poured into the hearts of men
Men who once labored and persisted against odds
Were now lazy and weak, Too be of any use
In the hearts of men, anguish was moist, hatred burned
Discontent flowed like rivers falling into oceans
The currents , it seemed,were now too wild to control.
All seemed lost to him .
He wished to heal the world
Though he knew not how.
Frustration, his only reward.
And he squinted as he saw light streaks
Dawn broke , and bit by bit the sky lit
And soon everything around and under the horizon
Bathing all that came into sight in a crimson.
And a tremor ran through him
as revelation hit
All days mush end to make way for the new
And dawn breaks after the darkest hour of the night
And under the rising sun he whispered a silent prayer.
For them to understand.
Dawn had never been as beautiful.
