Leaden

The skies grey stretches from one end
  of the horizon to the other
One corner is light and fading colors
  as the sun sinks below the eye
The other is colored in solid dark grey
  not allowing any light to come
Making the darkness settle in the house
  while we eat our bread in concern
With the day weighing on our mind of
  what has been said and done in our
Name as ambassadors of unconcern make
  their false words to those who need
To hear a good word, a word of hope and
  healing breath and it is held in tension
In the sky of which we will choose, do we
  become more like who we want or
Do we present this bleak darkness weighing
  on the horizon of the fear we have