The night arrives this night
to tell me of my dimmed light
which I’d allowed not to shine
while I watch other people’s line.
His whisper was so strong
that it planted an horrible pang
into my ears with eerie voice
that deafens me with no choice.
He stroked me with his fiery
hand that got me awfully scary
and planted some scars on my back
which left me in pain like stabbed lark.
The disease from night came from this
nation where law is now a beggar of justice.
Bard Tosin Morakinyo