The exiled darkness

The developmental lark
with its growth songs and financial hark
waging a fight against the dark,
Billions of bulbs in fight
against the night
to cast away shadows out of sight,
Now every nook corner has light.

We just want to have a day
with 24-hour ray
with our manipulative say,
But dark is the womb,
Flashes in which all this boom,
zoom
and the materialistic bloom,
Prevail it will
against all this human-centric hoot shrill,
It--the dark--transforms with a trill,
Wow what an amazing skill!
Dives it into the human heart
playing too smart,
The exiled darkness of night
keeps its fight
and throws a tart
ensnaring dart,
It stabs the human heart
with its shadowy, selfish art.

So into humans sneaks the gloom,
as they fornicate in full light and bloom,
Outside light, light and more light,
While inside us the ghosts dark fight,
Outside we turn rich,
Inside we carry a beggary itch,
Outside we seem to brightly smile,
Inside we frown with a dark guile.