What a view it sure is for an on-looker now,
When an unseen line divides two contrasting pictures,
One side is dark, with a gloomy brow,
The other lighted up by the lighting fixtures.
And the parts of a whole divided up here,
Where an insect orchestra cheers them up to a fight,
And though the spectators cannot bear,
They (the sides) pretend to show their might.
Why can't they balance each other,
The way nature intends them to be,
Why has one to rule over the other,
There shouldn't be a difference, why can't they see.
Gloomy and dark, needs only to brighten,
And the bright light needs to lessen.