the dark ages

i wish i could tell you in another language
made of bullets and broken bones
that nothing in this land will thrive
if not constricted asphyxiated
choked obstructed
they won't let you pursue it
afraid of the light that comes after
or maybe never
after all where has the light gone in these dark ages?
i cannot make you see
so maybe i should blind you instead
or simply restrain you
to the world you used to know
i'm sorry to blast it to you
but here
the sun has vanished long ago
in there
in spite of the bullets and the bones
the light
still spills in torrents