As it rises it sets again.
Thank God it sets.
Though we have a lot of unfinished business.
We finally settle to rest.
The minds have a lot to think about.
The hearts wander and wonder.
Will business ever be done?
Will the minds be free.
The sun goes up.
It frightens many.
Morning is supposed to bring happiness.
Though tears come a long.
How do we find the light.
We work but can’t sustain our own lives.
Desperate to find what to do that can be leaned on.
What can a man do to see tomorrow.
Our wants remain wanting.
Our desires the same.
Sometimes I wish the sun remains silent.
In a country where there are no jobs to do.
We need not to be reminded of the time to find something to do.
Lord, this is too much.
Waking up daily to grieve and be scared of the day.
We need immunisation from hunger.
Give the food Elijah ate and walked for forty days without hunger.
Let the sun set.
I want to cry alone.
I miss my pillow, soaked with emotion from my eyes.
Sleep takes us to another world.
Though not real but a little ease.
The sun will rise, it will rise again.