Light, The Bane of The Worlds BlightMature

Who said light is our shining knight?
Light is the Master of Shadows,
Puppet to the French gallows,
Bane to the seemingly mellow.

Light perceives us to be, allowing us to see,
Too wrought our destruction down a junction through a meadow,
Which was once green with distinctive hints of yellow.

All I see is grey which reflects the light perfectly
As it navigates through the pollutant haze maze
Which is quite indignant to the latest celebrity craze.

Oh light, purveyor of sight,
I ask, whilst standing in all your might,
That you consider ending the worlds blight,
By turning off humanities light.

The End

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