This Is the Dark Time My Love

This Is the Dark Time My Love

This is the dark time, my love, All round the land brown beetles crawl about. The shining sun is hidden in the sky Red flowers bend their heads in awful sorrow. This is the dark time, my love, It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears. It is the festival of guns, the carnival of misery. Everywhere the faces of men are strained and anxious. Who comes walking in the dark night time? Whose boot of steel tramps down the slender grass? It is the man of death, my love, the strange invader Watching you sleep and aiming at your dream.

Poet: Martin Carter
Source: @PoemsDotCom
Books: @AbeBooks

It is the season of oppression, dark metal, and tears.

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