None Ours

Drenched through these thunder showers Alongside my brothers, I dread my nine hours These strong pillars, of the world's four corners Time flies on these tailored feathers Civilization to natural born killers Her restoration of us like hammers She gave me unrest in the womb Still, born to bear it on a limb The nine from which I attempt to climb On horseback carried me like a chime She took great measures to time Every hour we steal even a single dime Punchered, patched up like a tyre Tumbling through life to tire, then retire I give my all with her hard labour To repay her generous favour Through the high fever and quiver I earn not less than a hopeful glimmer