Children of the Dawn
From dusk ‘til dawn,
Where night is born.
The children of day,
Come out to play.
It’s a poet’s delight,
To write through night.
Both creating the way,
Of the world today.
Opposite in nature,
Great spirit & creator.
As women and men,
Make laws with pen.
While children still play,
Brought up to pay.
The native in all,
Is a forgotten call.
Once we arise,
Dropping the disguise.
A new world will be born,
The old left to forlorn.
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