when morning comes

when morning comes
people will have died
reality as such
will have cried it's
last tear and
we will be left
with a large gaping
hole where once we
knew that when morning
comes the sun would
be golden and the
people would dance
and cheer where
babies sucked
on mum's
breast
and fear and loathing
where only smoky
wisps on a patch of
green and none
could know
the icy hand
of death
when morning
comes