Branches of light stretch across plains
Cracked and void of usual intimacy
Light filters through the cracks
Creates a glow around the emptiness
Then spreads through it like music through deserted halls
Darkness rushes through the plain
Engulfing the light
Silencing the music
Voices echo through the desolate plains
Voices dripping with disapproval
A tone of revulsion mimicked by all
But the music dulls the incessant voices
The light pushes through society’s smog
And light residing in the destitute landscape seems plausible
The sound of resolution gets louder
The song of revolution is imminent