Arousal from slumber in the muted morning glow
as possibilities unfold, in the ever-widening mosaic
of the naked dawn
promising discovery, fulfillment and joy.
Birds – full of song, excitedly sing and swoop
beckoning us onward, upward
into a new, auspicious day.
But,
the incessant tick-tick-tock-tock,
tick-tick-tock,
swallows us in its monstrous metallic mangle.
Honking, pungent and aggressive!
striking discord with every strident
tick-tick tock.
Strutting tyrants tick-tick-tock to work;
professional, pinstriped penguins who purposefully
purloin and intentionally deceive
whilst paying homage to the deviant, ticking dollar.
Proud worshippers of the nomadic effigy,
tick and tock to its paper deadlines,
clambering up the porous ladder of expropriated dreams,
blindly endorsing its counterfeit pledges.
Hold tightly onto your waning glimmer of hope
as the sun descends on the evening’s trade.
For tomorrow,
the brilliance of a New Day will once more
greet the dawn.
