Rescued to Life

Nights distant in time, long that it seemed they were eternal,

endlessly spreading their darkness,

they did not know that it was scheduled, at dawn,

a new day, a new sun, renewed hope.

Ghosts, diseases, afflictions, with valid and stamped passports,

like sullen and sinister nocturnal animals loose adrift,

swarmed from house to house and soul to soul,

making villainous and sordid harvest for soulless lords.

Our parents and ancestors overreach such olden nights

and today, happy survivors, we dance and sing,

free and forgotten of horrendous nightmares,

boasting and toasting in life’s daily feast.


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