It's dark outside,
before I was born
it was dark inside
views of bias are
from inside out,
warm and sure
not always
tender and pure
it's dark outside
I try to look
from outside in
cleanse myself
from sin of bias,
awaiting dawn
and a bright new day,
Mists came in
fog and dreary
dark clouds
impure and acid
obscured the sunbeams
from coming through
Oh, tell them all
beware,
murky horizons
before the dawn
unclean and polluted,
we didn't care enough,
will it be dark outside
when morning comes,
go back to bed
it's just a foul dream
smile, already
it has fled
shimon weinroth
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-dawn-4/
