Morning

The robins are singing

Light, airy

Morning songs

The night crawlers are running in terror

The president is having breakfast

With coffee

The soldiers are freezing in the sand

Waiting to die

The school children are on their way to classrooms

The teenage, junkie hooker

Is on her way to bed

The sun is smiling

Drying the dew

Somewhere in another galaxy

A star is falling

A planet left frozen and dead