The Darkest Evening

Tonight feels like
the darkest evening.
The swing of a gavel
setting the sun
and taking all hope with it.
They think we don’t see
the things they do
in the darkness.
They think that if
they keep us here
we’ll forget the warmth
of light on our skin.
But what they don’t know
is how we turned the darkness
into a gift.
The fear was a gift.
The anger was a gift.
In the darkness we rest
and we plan
and we fight.
The fire in our bellies
will light our tomorrows
as we burn their everything
to the ground.

“The darkest evening” from Stopping By The Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost.