Who Cares, This is Midnight – A Poetic Reflection on Silence and Struggle

A lonely dark night, where silence takes flight.
No walk – everything is quite.
Who cares, this is midnight.

Everyone sleeping, even few are dreaming.
Not a person streaming – everything is right.
Who cares, this is midnight.

Some are crying, deep in pain.
Some are dying, just in vain – everything is blind.
Who cares, this is midnight.

People can’t find themselves,
People can’t bid farewells – everything is fight.
Who cares, this is midnight.

People are QUIET, People are RIGHT and People in FIGHT,
Nothing is bright.
Who cares, this is midnight!