the first hour of
the day
strikes the clock
with an echo
starting anew if the
eyes are open
causing chaos ‘round
the world
and little riots,
big fires,
who leads the charge
for the right
who doesn’t know why
the ill at ease
gather together to
destroy needs
the little people
cannot ride it out
the big people have
hardened hearts
neither understand
the other
neither can reach as
far
it is time for the
daylight to come
with the ease of a
turning world
take away the
hatred, the burning,
leave us in our
moment to succeed
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