a winter night

when the day comes will i know where to go
or will i be as lost as when night fell
it's bloody hard at this late hour to tell
and everything now seems to move so slow
as if the night were waiting for a blow
to wake it or to send it straight to hell
the punishment due to all those who rebel
against the will of them that do not know
masters of what fate or what will tempt
to act and not to wait for the event
those who though pliant will not just obey
will not decide to provoke or to pre-empt
instead will force the camel from the tent
and demand that fools just get out of the way