Someday, The Sun Would Rise Poem by casmire Odinakachi Emeribe

The sun has set
The clouds round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That kept man's ambition alive
How wonderful is my tribe
Their tenderness, joy, fears and respect
Behold, the up rise of the sun was declare
But was pre-empt by war
Till death, he uphold his précis
'In aburi, we stand'
Our thoughts do lie too deep in tears
When we cease fire,
In solace of No victor! No vanquished!
Our morale, did tremble like a guilty thing surprisingly
Grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remain behind
In primal sympathy
Which having been, must ever be
I dream of the sun rise again
Some day untamed
Would echo on every frequency on early morning
When the chip are down
Were dispute and rancor wouldn't be met
Lie low our hatchets
Is in honour of our patriotic brothers
Who met their waterloo wanton this to come
We are determine to circumvent the little traps
Is gladsome as his ribs are seen
As bars on the face of the setting sun
The sun's rim dips; the star rush out
At ones strike come blackout
Over his country home and people