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Dawn
Elusive but
We can feel her wings
Touch our faces.
We scrum up
To search
Her golden lining.
O come dawn!
Touch the early riser
With your palm.
When to the field
We go
We shall sow
The golden grain
Of sweat
Harvest basketfulls
Deliver them home
To save the children
From pain and poverty.
A moving personificatory piece that invokes the humane spirit of our soulful existence. "Dawn" also reads like a deep felt supplication for the new morning to save mankind, our progenies; "Deliver them home To save the children From pain and poverty." Outstanding words, brother. May the new "Dawn" meet you with wisdom and abundant blessings in God's loving care! And ultimately may our children of the earth live and survive... Ugonna