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.