Morning Whispers' Poem by Arnee Akpan

The voice of awakening
The voice beckons
Cries in form of whispers
Let he who slumbers
Let he who sits in despair
Let he who sits without concerns
Arise! ! ! ! ! !
For the dark times,
The dark hours,
The dark ages,
The dark minutes are over
Behold,
Light has out-wrestled darkness
The sun rises,
The flags have been let to swing up high
The voice of the morning
With a soft and tender tone
The morning voice whispers
Arise! ! ! ! !
For it is time to stop being on the low key
And it is time to fight
It is time to fight for jubilee
The Morning Whispers'
Says So! ! ! ! ! ! ! !