Rise Along With Me Like the Morning Sun
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.
Copyright © Wahab Abdul | Year Posted 2016
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