AWAKE COMPATRIOTS

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Wake, the silver dawn returning
and the night gradually heads home.
The rocket of sunrise burning
and darkness slowly vanishes to the tomb.
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Wake sapiens, wake,
Dawn had been calling.
The day has fully break,
the sun also is glimmering.
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Wake child, it is late for sleeping,
do you want on your back a whip?
hear the drummers drum, beating
Stand up, up to your feet.
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Wake populace, get to work,
the clock has chymed long ago
it’s past six o’clock
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Awake cities, the night had traveled and won’t be back sooner,
you came to a dreamland to peep
I promise when life’s journey is over
you shall have enough time for sleep.
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#Modest_poetry
©Modest King