THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES

THE STRUGGLE CONTINUES

This, is the diurnal
I thought to know
When I discerned that, I did not know it
That I will tell
When it emanates

I know this day,
When I knew, it would come
And everything, that will come un-noted
To give me transport
I can see the dawn
Going down, and again

Again, here it is
Parties are passing
And so does this day, is passing too
What else can it be?
We waved our hands
Therefore, shall it be them

Waving goodbye, when I will be covered looking up
Even the voices I did not know
Came, to there
Wail for the not close to know
Indeed, I did know