Grab the tools
Load the truck
Don't forget lunch
Off to work we go
Bending still
Building castles
Milking the livestock
Proud men doing MAN's work

Grab the bag and Tablet
Load the Scion Xb
Don't forget lunch
Off to work I go
Bending minds
Building futures
Milking young minds
Proud man doing human's work

But in the dark there were letters
like keys
to boxes of treasured light
that did not sting
or burn out
like the sun

...and darkness crept in
through the cracks
of a fake smile hiding
the real
painful enlightenment
that truly blocked
the sun

I stopped writing
because of the sun
I could not see the dark
and my letters
became invisible
so I stopped
and waited for clouds

Distraught the vicar wore a frown-
The churchyard wall had fallen down

Well he could devoutly pray
But not a single brick could lay

Fred said don't you worry, not at all-
We don't need a churchyard wall

Think about it now, he grinned
Those within can't get out,
And those without don't want in

They say we control our own fate
They lied
So many are doomed to a life they didn't ask for
Strive for
Or deserve
My life is in the hands of human ignorance
And negligence
One mistake
And it's over