Good morning to the living
Who wake to see the dawn
Good morning to the death
Who live by breathing
and never see the light of the sun
Good morning to the elders
The ethics minders
Good morning to the youths
The wise and the put
Good morning to the hustlers
whose life depends on their hand
Good morning to the genius
Whose life depends on what they understand
Good morning to Lazy
Who stroke the lyre of dawn with a sleep
Good morning to the crazy
Who mind no kip
Good morning to the leaders
The saviours and looters
Good morning to the slaves
The thralls of the braves
Good morning to religious fanatics
Who bless the world with prayers and tricks
Good morning to the devil
Who ride the world with evil
Good morning to the sowers
Who hope to reap their seed
Good morning to the reapers
Who reap what they didn’t feed
Good morning to the angels
Who glitters heaven with their splendor Good morning to the models
Who flickers earth with their glamour
Good morning to the kids
whose life are ride by their kin
Good morning to the elders
The ethics minders
Good morning to the parents
Whom to their children are tents
Good morning to children
The good and the bad kindred
Good morning to the poor
who live by their dreams
Good morning to the owners of all
Who have everything in their gleam
Good morning to the celebrities
Who live by proprieties
Good morning to grassroots
Whose talent is still mute
Good morning to world
Which never stops to whirl
Good morning to heaven
Our hope of haven
Good morning to freedom fighters
I hope one day the battle will be won
Good morning to freedom takers
I hope one day your reign will be undone
Good morning to the travelers
Whose destinations is unknown
Good morning to the riders
Whose journey is on hold
Good morning to uglies
Whose beauty is at heart
Good morning to the beauties
Whose wallet lies at part
Good morning to the readers
I hope one day you become the leaders
Good morning to the teachers
I hope one day you learn from your filler
Good morning to seekers of the truth
I hope one day you dig to the root
Good morning to deceivers and loots
Perhaps someday you’ll meet your doom
Good morning madmen on the street
That jolly on their weary feet
I hope one day you’ll find a rest
And get over your mess