Today I woke, spoke a silent word in reverence,
For today, this day, this sunny day was entirely indifferent,
While shades of grey aid display the cloak of angst turbulent,
This sad array betrays a way of time cloaked within moment.

A million people to a thousand cities idle their content,
While the whole, to lull, to dwell in darkness with resent,
Such our way portrays idle innocence,
For within our souls reside to die, this eye of discontent.

Christopher John Horne,©Copyright, 2004

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