Work, work!

Early morning
Moon is fading
Sun is rising
Eyes wide open

Coffee brewing
Traffic starting
Morning showers
Breakfast cooking

Bush your teeth
And pack your bags
Out the door
To start the day

Get to work
The day is young
Pushing paper
'Til the day is done

Back in traffic
In the gloaming
Sun is setting
Going home

And in the evening
The clock is slowed
Enjoying home
Enjoying home

Crawl into bed
The eyes are dreary
Sleep, overtake!
Good dreams for the weary.


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In the City

In the street
in daylight
on the road
in your home
where you work

the boldness of crimethe blood runneth over

A typical morning with morning's dayglow shining bright
a child dresses, has breakfast, looks forward to a new day
a short goodbye to daddy, to daycare with mommy he goes

In the car, safely buckled, day's brightness shines on
Traffic passes by

And creeping by, in the glowy brightness, a creature lurks
of greed, of hate and vengeance, of ego and righteousness
in his hands a Reaper's scythe

Guilty by association, the Reaper judges: Penalty is death

And on this morning drive, the child watches:

Reaper at the window
Scythe is raised where mommy sits
Reaper's menace unleashed

Blood runneth over and

a child sits crying alone




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