undoing the lie

so all the world is empty of our hope
a moment more or less will never matter
we listen for the truth within the clatter
and cringe when all we see is hanging rope
we haven't got the time to wail or mope
nor listen to the old familiar patter
nothing we say will either chide or flatter
it's hard enough to struggle and to cope
light tells us nothing that we don't yet know
and morning is not free of pain or tears
while in the shadow is not one new sign
change comes and reaches us but far too slow
we add things up and come up with fresh fears
but lie and say that everything is fine