Dark times.
People lost and confused, organized.
Faceless people with no hope. This is nobody’s faith.
There is so much hope.
People awake in the night
With too much grief and pain
To comprehend the happening in a single moment.
The warmth of the sun will bring no answers.
It brings only light when never-ones meet,
Should you look in the right direction.
This is the hopeless face of dictatorship
With its faceless, angry, bored soldiers
And the death of all faith.
donika emille 