When Night Comes

Daylight breaks across far off horizons.
Creates the grand master of all illusions.
Everything seems alright when lit up by golden light.
But the sun's glow fades and the dark cloak of night descends.
A honest day's work is over and done.
Time for our many vices to show.

"I'm going out with the boys to watch the game."
But he runs to his mistress and cheats on his wife.
She's home with the kids, almost at her wit's end.
They fight and yell and, oh, how she wishes she could slap them to hell.
She reaches up in the cupboard and throws back her pills.
"Ahhh, that numb feeling again."
He'll he home later to knock her around.

A guy from the office strolls into a dim, seedy bar.
Brings out his wallet and grabs all he's got.
Almost drops his Gambler's Anonymous card.
Greedily throws the cash down the slots.
Wasting all his life's money for NOT.


A priest from the church right down the street stands in the doorway with a smirk on his face.
He invites another naive choirboy in as the voice of angel sings hymns in his head.
His "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," makes it OK.
Another prayer candle is lit.

Young girl on the corner, already worn.
Struts her stuff in way-to-high heels and barely a skirt.
She leans into a car and plays with her hair.
He can see the stains on her clothes from the johns before him.
Makes her money tonight to fuel her twisted crackhead desires.
Another young life wasted.

Homeless veteran seen in the day begging from his wheelchair.
Tonight he's seen standing while drinking cheap booze.
His wheelchair's some distance away.
It's covered up in the corner, near his makeshift bed.
Seems he's not a cripple at night.

The boys on the team, straight A of course.
Rich and upstanding community pillars.
Sneak out to videotape their raping of a passed out, drugged up "friend."
"That's OK, my precious son. My money will buy your way out of trouble."

Night's cloak finally lifts.
The comfort of daybreak appears.
It's here to hide everything back in plain sight.