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
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