At the year’s midnight when the sun stands still
Upon the point of ultimate decline
I wonder in my whimsy if it will
Shake of its torpor once again to shine.
And will its shining shift the turpitude
That feeds upon the darkness of the deeds
Of those who act in utter certitude
And do not have a conscience left to heed?
The heavens hold no answers to our prayers.
Sunlight falls on saint and sinner all alike.
To banish evil from the world’s affairs
It’s up to decent people now to strike.
When furious flames of anger burn with hope
We’ll find the means to make the killing stop.

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