Sun Between the Clouds

Amidst the cloudy sky,
Over the dark earth no longer dry,
The sun peeks through the cracks,
The workers slow their weary backs,

Uprising is the warm sun,
Hours of gloomy stress coming undone,
Warmth creeping back into their souls,
Reconfirming their goals,

Freedom is all they desire,
Growing in their hearts as fire,
The cold is burning away,
Ambition put forth for that day,

The day when they fight back,
When they motion to attack,
Whether they win or lose,
At least they’ll be free to choose,

For what else is there in this place,
But dishonor and disgrace,
Made to live in this man-made hell,
Just breathing till it’s time to rebel,

But now the clouds dominate once more,
The workers once again return to their chore,
Waiting and hoping they’ll be fed,
Working until they drop dead.