the sun rises

the sun rises on
those who mourn.
the sun rises
on those who scorn.
the sun rises
on those
loving and whole.

the sun rises on the
hatred
that robs the
haters
of their soul.
the sun rises
on those who cry,
but no longer rises
on those who have
died.
where has gone that innocence
carried in the womb
a heart beating and open
that becomes a tomb.
why do the evil and twisted
prey on anyone they can.
is this what will be the
final legacy of man.