Deny light

Deny the light you are given for it is precious and given without sacrefice. It rises for you daily, untiredly. Again and again it rises for you, yet you deny its wonderful gift. You rather prefer your artificial light and cold closed boxes of cement. How much like a tomb you do prefer when the light out side brings you life, and warms you whole. Poor are you to let your life pass to live like the dead.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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