Oh Sailor, tell them I'm tired
After zillions of years of illuminating every dark night
Of producing the sparkling embers of light
Yet, they claim only chaos I have sired

Oh Sailor, tell them I'm tired
Of being their excuse for every petty fight
For washing their dark - hour awhite
Yet, they question why I am hired.

My love is gentle and pure
My light never has burnt their skin
As I am not the sun ☀

But humanity's disloyalty has no cure
They will forever betray their own kin
For pride, price, love or fun!


© Nostradamus Two