Whatever the case,
Dawn all announce its arrival,
Never too late, and never early
Yet its punctuality shall not be welcome,
At least not today,
For there are many things that need hidden
Under the blanket of darkness
But, dawn - the ever insolent dawn,
Shall walk in without an iota of shame
Stacking itself among many unwanted dawns
As if it shall stand out - it thinks it is the only dawn
That was thought of yesterday as tomorrow
It is in for a rude shock
It will cry in the toilet of history,
Broken hearted, because it was rejected before it arrived
Like an aborted fetus
Dumped, and never to fulfill its dreams
It had no dreams
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