Watchman, What Of The Night? Poem by kyvin Nash

I will not hold my peace...
And let some man determine a life for my kids,
The very reason I want to speak.
I've watched the world do as it pleases,
Who am I to speak...
Lo I am a watchman on the night:
I keep my post as men fall asleep,
As this wolves clad as sheep.
Swift and gaudy they blend-in,
Leaving no space in-between.
This very intermediate granting amends,
Selling souls to the devil's hands.
Be awake I've seen this evil era,
learn to discern truth from error.
Lest thou become sterile from this blight,
Brave-the-night and shine the light.
Let's brace ourselves for this long shift,
Darkness we'll endure, but light will be our gift,
Heed the call, something looms in our horizon,
All seems lost, but stand and speak...hope is risen.