THE DAY I LONG FOR

The day I long for

I long for the day

When the sun rises in its glory

Driving away the lord of darkness

And it reigns with a different glory

And it’s not called a new day

But a new dawn.

I long for the day

When the good man dies

Not for his own inequities

And the bad man lives

And it’s not called injustice

But love and sacrifice.

I long for the day

When the prison door opens

The prisoner walks free

And the wader remains in

And it’s not called prison break

But forgiveness, a second chance

I long for the day

When I say the ‘bad’ thing

That everyone hates

And swallow what people like

And it’s not called hate speech

But a bitter pill; the truth

I long for the day

When the child points a finger

To the face of his own father

And reveals his wrong-doing

And it’s not called indiscipline

But correction without fear.

I long for the day

When everything changes

When everyone changes

Beginning a new life

And it’s not called salvation

But transition without pretense

                      By Vincent Owino

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