Someday Poem by Adams King

Someday the wheels of fortune
Will turn around
And situations will come anew

Someday the tables will turn
And where hangs darkness
Will come the brightest sun

Someday the waters will pour
Upon the desert
To heal the deserted one

Someday out of the barren womb
Will spring out babies
Adding values to motherhood

Someday the hungry children
Will be satisfied
So says my prophetic pen

O proud man haven't you heard
That the circles turns
Silent voices will someday be heard

wealthy man have you forgotten so soon
That some beggars were those
Once born with a silver spoon

Have you failed to know
Sometimes dimmer grows
The brightest of all glow

From the filthy soil
A precious flower will sprout
Yet from heaven a drop will fall

Men are been uplifted
Still men are brought down
Boastful men elbowed to humility

Someday I surely prophesy
The saddened heart of sorrow
Shall be overflowed with endless joy