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Sub-Saharan Midnight

What are our realities?

Midnight in the city –
The lamplight-invaded streets
And the dark patches –
Host to they that are human
And they that are not human,
Many in the first group careless
Of the presence or existence of the others.
To be carefree is bliss.

Midnight in the city –
The packed discolight-lit halls
And the dimly lit sections –
Host to they that desire temporary escape
And they that yearn for permanent freedom,
Many in the first group careless
Of the plight or circumstance of the others.
To not care is bliss.

Midnight in the city –
The floodlights-lit vigil grounds
And the sleep-infected peripheries –
Host to they that are prayerful and troubled
And they that would “lead astray and destroy”,
Many in the first group believing
In the existence and presence of the others.
To not believe would have been bliss.

Midnight in the city –
The sleep-blessed homes
And the plan-hatching dens –
Host to they that laboured at day
And they that will take violently at night,
All in the first group certain
Of the nearness and intentions of the others.
To be able to doubt would have been bliss.

Disclaimer

This is a work of fiction.

Credits

Photo by Kenrick Mills on Unsplash

By Chetam

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