Prologue To Blood After Sunrise Poem by Major Elazia

There is no tomorrow,
We have been through yesterday,
We live in the present
And finally speculate about the future,
Until it’s called today
The future never comes-
Sunrise sometimes never arrives.


The day is divided into two
And the first half is the time we rest-
After sundown we take our nocturnal rests,
In between the time of today, yesterday and tomorrow-
A nation went to the ballot to vote
To close a chapter of yesterday,
It is always ended on a sundown