In the Night

If great minds are discovered And stolen destinies recovered If mysteries are uncovered And shady deals neatly covered Then, it must be in the night Yes, in the night, when man sleeps The enemy comes and peeps He lays problems in heaps And he gets some for keeps Seeing they want quick leaps Real trouble abounds in the night When the robber puts men in fright As he, from pursuers take flight Struggling for the widow’s mite He diverts the reader’s sight Still, a time to keep watch And receive cognitive touch A time to pray so much Asides the period in the church Is in the hours of the night In the dead of the night Many activities abound Conflict of interest is found But enemies go underground When believers stand their ground In the middle of the night Good men suddenly turn diabolic Personalities hide in the night’s fabric Some leave destiny to leak Keeping watch with a wrong clique Others remain glued to the bedding Moving not from their cabin They remain deaf to all living Dead, to all forms of acting Within that period in the night In the dead of the night It’s really a free world Plays upon plays for the lord And he will never be bored Though some will bow to his sword