The clock struck thirteen tonight. (For my squabbling
friends)
The clock struck thirteen
tonight,
Oh, what a time for me to have my plight?
To listen to people grumbling about others,
When these people had once been regarded as brothers?
The clock struck thirteen tonight,
For the rain lost her red moonlight.
The clock struck thirteen tonight,
Oh, who is to judge who is wrong or right?
To listen to people grumbling about friend,
And turned each other into strangers in the end?
The clock struck thirteen tonight,
For the joy had lost the cloud from her sight.
The clock struck thirteen tonight,
Oh, forgive me for I could not shed any light.
To tell on others when I'm as blind as the rest,
For I had never fought for with any zest.
The clock struck thirteen tonight,
For the star has lost his mind in the blight.
The clock had struck thirteen tonight,
Oh, all the zeros gone from here with flight.
To one's demise again is a good way out,
Dear friend, do I have any doubt?
The clocked had struck thirteen tonight.
I shall disappear to everyone's delight.
This poem is revised
to edit the mistakes, as it was written in haste and
frustration.
