ꨄ 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑ꨄ

Hypocrisy

Stars drench the sky - its dying peace -
with their glow that burnt above with sickly blots.
Blots they think as pretty sheens which cease
the wars of tranquility a night they wish has got-
unknowing that their light has blind the men
which they hoped to enlighten and free
with their yellow reek that poison,
masked in their darkness they bind on men who once could see.
For their thoughtless shine had shed no light,
but burnt their fuel and dimmed our sight.