I heard the brake and felt the lurch.
The smoke in the distance,
A large chimney, a cloud of burning death
Night has fallen.
My childhood I have, but it is cruel.
For some it ends before they have words.
In the flames those babies burning.
Night has fallen.
The traditional ceremony of guns and cries.
Roll call, the dragging of withered feet.
The tears of many: those hunched black crows.
Night has fallen.
The sad eyed angel between the two from many.
The crows embrace.
Executioners' refusal, left to the slaughterers.
Night has fallen.
Long live liberty, cried two of nameless ones.
The sad eyed angel silent, watching.
A silent cry, the drop, the gentle swaying.
Death creeps upon tainted lips,
Sucking life from swollen tongues.
The crowd watching the dying child.
Night has fallen.
I walked past, his eyes pleading
Not for life but the peace of death.
Eternities end from a life of grey.
Night has fallen.
Where is God? A question unanswered.
Where is he?
The answer before me swaying like a rag.
My night has fallen.
(Based on 'Night' by Eli Wiesel)
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