Hello, darkness, you old fiend.
Have you come to win again?
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a streetlamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed
By the flash of neon bright
That split the night:
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more:
People talking without speaking;
People hearing without listening.
And those people bowed and prayed
To the orange god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.”
Because this spectre
Left its seeds while i was sleeping
I thought I heard truth speak
But it was barely peeping.
Then I heard the screams
That were planted in my brain
And they remain
Within those sounds of violence
"Fools," said I, "You do not know
Violence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the sounds of violence.
Hello darkness, you old fiend.
You’re so close to winning again.
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