Rising Sun Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Rising sun, rising sun,
Have you risen with my fortune?
As I yet look upon the skies for smiles?
Or have you risen to thaw the snow
Which makes the hearts of men chilled?
Don't tell me you've risen to make men
That toil for subsistence scorched by you.
O', you mean men are only born
To toil from sunrise to sunset?
Then also tell me men are only born to die!
I charge thee O risen sun, scorch not man no more
But rise to raise men from poverty,
Where you gather photos and phyll set men,
And transform their lives ever green.