John Chizoba Vincent Poet Alliteration

What the Day Owes the Night

What does the blood owes the vein?
What does food owes the stomach?
The grasses would always be green but 
Not in a drought and dry days.
The day owes the night the chance to exist 
Among the evil men who dwells in the dark 
Planning preciously on how to attack the innocents.
The day owes the night breathing space and the 
Longing for approval by the craving moon
Who lies awake in it abode.
The day owes the night a space to 
Interact with the lords of the night and 
Welcomes the owls to their haunting game
Of human souls which had deviated from the laws.
The day owes the night love and separation 
From the time limit of the division of the their works.
The day has to make the lonely night have its rightful 
Time allotted to them by nature.
It owes the night the privilege to perform it duties 
It owes the night an acknowledgement to welcome him home
During when the east breeze goes to the west to settle its dispute with the sun.
As the sun owes the day so as the moon owes the night 
And the night also owes the day when the cock stood 
In the rusty thatch hut to welcome the day as the night 
Depart to an unknown destination.
We all are debtors, no one is less important in this global village.

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