This Is The Dark Time My Love

This is the dark time,my love,

all round the land brown beetles crawl about.

the shining sun is hidden in the sky,

red flowers bnd their heads in awful sorrow.


This is the dark time,my love

it is th season of oppression,dark metal and tears

it is the festival of guns,the carnival of misery

everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious


Who comes walking in thhe dark night time?

whoose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass?

it is the man of death, my love, the strange invader

watching you sleep and aiming at your dream.


                                                By:Rena Boodram

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