Good morning
friends
Good morning
flowery flames of flourishing fields
Good morning
Anases
Mockers tremble
when you wake at cockcrow
Good morning to
those who were born yesterday
Good morning to
those who loved us yesterday
You cause rain to gather in our eyes
Grow and water the earth
In wait for the harvest
Good morning to
those whose palms fed the kernel
Our children know of you
That you did not bury the prophecy
The merry songs and dreadful days
Good morning to ordinary
men who feed hungry mouths
Though you are despised everywhere
Your name is everywhere
The Potter’s pride
Good morning to
suffering souls
When your day comes
Offer your master his last pound of greeting
Then walk out to your freedom which waits at the door
Good morning to
those who deserve our greetings
Good morning friends.
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