Best of Both Worlds

In the wee hours of the morning When everything is still I lay staring at the darkness Trying to find the will Only to be plagues By roaches, scorpions and mice Not to mention politics That's a big cockatrice The light became morning The morning became day Speaking for myself I wish the darkness had stayed The morning become evening The sun is going down But equality and justice Is nowhere to be found Of all this place I've had my fill Even in the wee hours of the morning When everything is still