They are all so bright, with an ominous glow
They come out at night, as sunlight, is their foe
Some are orange, others shine, dazzling white
Providing comfort, for wanderers of the night.
But though they give us comfort, they cloud our vision of the stars
Yet illuminate the traffic, of all the passing cars
The moon is their only ally, the one who comes to play
But their fun is short lived, by the fast approaching day.
They are a mockery of stars! With their stupid, orange shine!
Does it come through your window? It certainly does mine
But they are there for our safety, with all their varying heights
The guardians of the streets, the glowing city lights.