Awake! Awake! ‘t is not time for sleeping
Mine walls closing in, the Earth spinning faster
Tears rain from above, the sky is weeping
Happiness denied…empathy master
With face upturned the water imbrues me
Each tear ‘t is tinged a morose sanguine red
Upon blackened clouds, faces I do see
Manifest of those aggrieved tortured dead
I point in desperation to her, my wife
“Do you not see them, feel their stinging tears?”
She opens umbrella, to her this is life
Understanding, patronizing…my fears
Consoling the word…belief in heaven
Mine “die” has been cast…never a seven
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