The night of the
whisperers
Along the
darkness of the corridor
Once they take
it to their needs
Nothing will be
good in the end
They live by the
darkness
They don’t flow
with the law
They will
influence the weak
Once they take
control, they will win
They used to
throw monies
The weak would
accept gladly
They didn’t
think of the consequences
They thought of
their own pockets
But the good men
don’t keep quiet
They will stand
up and fight for it
Little by little
they push for the light
Finally, it
strikes right into the darkness
In one blossom
of bountiful lights
The darkness
falls into its deep hollow
The dark
whisperers will run away
Afraid to
confront the forces of bright rays
Here we are
Cleaning up the
bad nights
The decades of
the bad
It was finally
broken on May 9
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