My Country's Mood Today
In the chronicles of recent times, Of a day called today; The scribes wrote about the dawn, Forgetting the terrors of the night before. "The dawn", they say "gave hope "Of some exciting things new" But more treasures lay ahead, With the advent of a bright sunny day. As this dawn grew into the golden morn, The tales of the scribes would take a twist. For the silvery clouds would hide the rays And one could wish they never came to stay. And we wish we stayed in the dawn Which was never meant to be forever Since each of dawn, morn, day and Eve Always passes to come no more 'Yet', on goes the scribe's dreary tales, "With hours gone, clouds darker came "And then came the downpour unrelenting "As if to quench a never dying flame all-consuming Now with Twilight almost upon us, And our hopeful gazes never piercing through, "The beautiful golden sun makes it back "To her chambers for a night's rest, u...