Candle In The Dark Poem by Adrian Wait

Plough a furrow leave your marks
when bastards scar with their remarks
They use a razer to slash at hope
Build the gallows, provide the rope
Swap the old bring on the new
Nothing changes for all, and you
A lie that turns a corner is still a lie
Death is death each day we die
Stolen hope and broken dreams
All in all is not what it seems
Indifference wears objectivities mask
Listen. Just listen, the powerless ask
Integrity dies under a weight of lies
Dim light flickers in loyalties eyes
Hiding in crowds lost in the mob
Cowards chant and then they rob
Overburdened, the hopeless look away
Seeking distraction for another day
Others gawk at what trust they kill
They never listened they never will
They brood over a wealth assured
Lay surrounded by what they adored
A paradise stolen, yet still they reign
Built on sorrow, grief and pain
Who am I that talk so loud?
Everyman. Lost in the Crowd
Investing in dreams without a care
Disengaged from all lives of dispair
Crush another’s hope and you will weep
For what you sow is what you’ll reap
And when in some heaven spent
Discovering life here is only lent
Crimes of greed’s broken spell
Reside within the gates of Hell
So plough a furrow leave a mark
And light a candle in the dark.