Good Morning

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GOOD MORNING

I wake up crying

The birds are not flying;

All kinds of strangeness

From the sun that once

Sustained us.

When I first shook um...

People were drowsy

''Good morning. New day.!

I said: I am not here for pokes

Likes, or as a comic relief.

Poets down played my message.'’

And my belief ‘s.

‘’ God, I gave you my soul to keep’’

In 2011 when I first hit the scene

Much could have been avoided then.

When I came, I came in straight shooting

Exposing malfeasance in

their lousy schemes, 2016.

We constantly are afraid of dying.

Pertaining to ‘’Putin, and all the looting’’.

Now, we all wake-up crying,

About who’s on the take.!

Once again, ‘’I lay me down to sleep.’’

That is, ’if we even dare to wake’’!

Children of the 50's speak…

GOOD MORNING I wake up crying The birds are not flying; All kinds of strangeness From the sun that once Sustained us. When I first shook um... People were drowsy ''Good morning. New day.! I said: I am not here for pokes Likes, or as a comic relief. Poets down played my message.'’ And my belief ‘s. ‘’ God, I gave you my soul to keep’’ In 2011 when I first hit the scene Much could have been avoided then. When I came, I came in straight shooting Exposing malfeasance in their lousy schemes, 2016. We constantly are afraid of dying. Pertaining to ‘’Putin, and all the looting’’. Now, we all wake-up crying, About who’s on the take.! Once again, ‘’I lay me down to sleep.’’ That is, ’if we even dare to wake’’! Children of the 50's speak… Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2020

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