Freedom Clock
The clock tics and toks
Hands around the wall
Journing nowhere
Like a clichèd psycho
Mind a broken record
That clock tells a lie.
Captured wonderer
In wayless roam
So is that clock
In its ticking stroam
Mine is a rooster
That daily awakens
All before day break
To take up loads
For the daily roam
Yours tics in minutes
Mine dawns with sun
I dont waste any
In sunlight slumber
For the cock crows
To remind me of freedom.
Whenever it crows
I know freedom calls
For a sweet sweat
I get as i work.
Copyright © Energy Mavaza | Year Posted 2020
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