Starless Midnight

Dogs snarl at rows and rows
Of anger.
A fistful of dollars gripped
At the sky
As the long night aches
For dawn.
These stairs are slick gun-metal,
Wet and red
But we climb and climb
To overcome
And exalt in a Holy Light,
The pride is set aside
The bleating
And the bold;
In faith we recognise our home
Can be freedom.
Cease not our journey to a
New dawn,
Through the dreary sleet
And mists
That cover us whole.
Shout for the nameless and
Naked few
Who climb and decline and
Roar for the rafters.
These precious metals weigh
On an unjust heart
Love: Agape; the
sacred lot,
Embracing this we rise
With pride.