Thirty years ago 

they said take back the power 

but we didn't heed 

A lone porch light on 

a lonely street snaps off and

darkness rushes in  

Play the blues for us

in a world with ballooning 

inequality 

In the light I see 

the beauty of everything 

until the sun leaves 

The fickle fates take

the best of us first, leaving 

the dregs to remain 

Fairytale endings, 

at least with the Brothers Grimm,

climax in violence 

Intravenous 

pirate ships come to maraud, 

plundering your cells