the sun has risen again
when all mortal dump their hope
when dishonour mop our sweat
and when our toiling became fate
the sun has risen again
when the future seem oblique
when our strength became weak
and when living become rough
and waking a time is tough
the innocent sun has risen again
yet our painburns
our tears floods
livelihood getslame
and survival is without gain
what does the future hold
for we the common men?
Life is a cycle. The Sun will always rise but the challenges of living never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Miracle A. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks