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Rise along with me like the morning sun 

At this time 
What job I got at my hand 
To rouse me like a nymph 
Placing the tip of my lips 
At the soft ear lobes and breathe hot
While you write love poems 
Keeping your hands on your parts  
Or make you sink in hate 
Like the king Nero did 
At the time when Rome was burning 
Or keep a piece of stone chips 
Under the tongue of this pen 
And in front of the mirror practice 
To deliver a fiery speech 
Under the garb of freedom 
And pit the races against each other; 
Or make you travel Mongolia 
Walk you on the rivers of Amazon
See you the sights of Spain and Andalusia
But I regret to say   
This is not the proper time to plan 
A honeymoon trip unnecessarily 
Nightingales have stopped singing 
And robins do not come out from their nest 
As a war has been broken out everywhere 
Among you 
In your house 
And among nations 
Under the hunger of power and greed
Like mad dogs hounding and pounding 
The ferocious creatures in disguise of human beings 
The race of is dying 
But this is not my job to tell you all 
How man woman children are murdered 
Raped, kidnapped and mutilated
All these things happen openly 
And not unknown to anyone 
I have great job this time to tell you 
In the form of warning 
Before I depart or drop writing 
I see a plan, a plot woven out like web 
By some evils at the behest of some so called chosen beasts 
To enslave the entire race of man; 
Now it is up to you 
If you want to have a sound seep 
Then along with me rise now like the morning sun.

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