The sun rises with a new day, with new hopes, with shining wealth,
gloomy night is replaced with lights and hopes, joy encloses by stealth.
It has always an end, how dark a day and complex a way,
And I am a verse of a poet,I am a dream statue the formation of clay.
A new day is to find a new
mask to put on..
a fake image to get in and
an ample thought to move on..
You lash on the asses of fellow
vies for long an eon...
On the canvas of hypocrisy
the layers of impression you drawn..
A sense of nosense run to defeat the
world, knowing within, you already gone..
A new day is to survive with an ease
in a tough competition..
Down people into your bottle
to use them in your own operation..
A disrespect for others
as a disposal to light your obsession..
Battle you want to win
on the black path of shallow conviction..
A selfish new day is to celebrate
the bash of a new subjection..