Tender Is The Night

Tender is the night

Unlit highways, luminous flares

Crescent - shaped moon

With its proud scars

Somewhere oblivious the cuckoo sings

A cathartic song of love and fear

Strangers all, in torrid despair

Rebels, with bloodshot eyes and unkempt hair

Fighting in the tyrant's lair

Rebels without a care

Tender is the night

But mutiny is in the air

Oppressors and big brothers

Are still holding on

The country is in disrepair

Tyrants instill fear and despair

But the utopia in their eyes

Is impossible to ignore

Dreams still waft in the air

Rebels without a care

Tender is the night

The stars seem a stopover

To heaven or hell

We needed a country

That was just

Free and fair

But...

The tower of Babel stands there

A riot, a wild confusion

People attacking people

Ghostly remnants with ghostly stares

Brother kills brother

In reckless abandon and disregard

And the moon and the stars

Seem to mock

The dead rebels without a care

Author's Note

The title is inspired by a novel of the same name by F. Scott Fitzgerald...

Reviews

[Crowley]

Savagery in the face of something much bigger and more permanent than man kind. Wow, loved the idea and line of thought here. Everybody recognizes the sickness, but we seem to be powerless in its wake, the same mistakes repeated in an endless cycle, only handfuls of people able to transcend it, far outweighed by those being born who have to come through it. Crazy stuff...good writing.

[Marie]

I didn't read that book, but this is a great poem.

[Lily Mae]

This is a strong and exceptional write.. x

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

captured in the bursting prisms of your imagery~ emotionally gripping~

[paul]

wonderful tribute: to the daytime's counterpart
'the stars seem a stop over' - great line

[Sukriti Suki]

very well done.. I often wanted to capture the true essence of the Indian society but failed to do so...you have done an excellent job...

[msharma]

Great fusion of thoughts,giving a great message.

[Rossen]

bursting at the seems,great voice...
Too big of injustice to fail, harvested,milked, and farmed.
too much left brain, to secede!

[Arabdha]

powerful emotions lurk behind this one..beautifully worded..