Destiny (E) Ck Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Early dawn rises, start our day, have a notion to clock into a job; be at a station, do hours, get this ration: make an effort to aid our nation's services.

People band in groups, under a ruler; peer by a cat's eye, see a rat's tail, owner: not like us, trim figure, we're in sun's heat, strikes bones, dry folks: bat's skin.

Dawn spends full hours at work time a say measure; put moments given a task, do the day, bang, the sun hits us, rises higher; fresh dawn is bright: it is today.

These souls guided, took stride, that is, side danger, built a structure, efforts for cash, set tasks to cope, tried labor a ride, pushed to slide; it's just a little bit: moving an item.

A dusty trip, pitted in the sand, on land, its temperament, got gasps, grip load, by their put hand curls, shoving granite in dust, pity those destinies; the beings there.

All hearts, facing labor, hard event occurrences, twirling folks, as darts, holding value as used parts, confronting the law of owner; said tallies: all replaceable.

All at work, recall a mount placement, direct not a ball, team actions by, it's a boulder, lift a gigantic rock up; full balance: to equal a flat wall.

Folks, in heavy endeavors, crossing a landscape, fit to dock in a pit, by man's power, higher to lock stones, up one level, its ruler; being all paid to set this rock: on a pyramid.