The
Light has gone, the shops have closed,
The
dark is here.
The
men are home, safe in bed,
The
lamps are lit.
Miles
away rises the sun of the night,
Half
burnt, lighting the path of the blind.
In
the dark, there are no rich or poor,
The whole
world sleeps, the cripple and the king – all alike.
And
peace is back in the valley.
As
the sun of the night shines,
As
the dew falls from the maple leaves,
The
home is warm again.
All
the factors that divide men are asleep,
And
rose the lovers, poets, and the rebels.
The
world would have been more violent without these misfits.
The
wealth and riches are all gone,
And
in the night, all creed are alike – Invisible.
The
world is a better place.
