Good Morning Poem by Otis B. Kruah

Good morning from my end
The night, I prayed, not to extend
With fathers fighting and mothers mourning
Down the abyss of torment - descend,

Dark angel who pretended to be a friend.
On the night, O foe, you can't depend
For the coming of dawn is more adorning//
Unchaining, and the wound it will mend

Good morning to those I now befriend
To the city of light, we all can now ascend
Joining the cock, I say good morning
Joy! Sweet joy is the verse I now penned

Weeping, He says, may endure for the night
But joy shall shine bright from the first light

By: Otis B. Kruah (Otiskos)