Freelancer

Freelancer

20 February 2016

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Courtesy Tomasz Alen Kopera on pinterest.com

 

They work blind

Their tools are hammers

Mouth unkind

Sullen face

Words they spew are of disgrace

For crushed soul stammers

 

Shadow race

They crawl the Earth slow

High and low

Is not theirs

Like sparrow announcing rain

They scrape tides of pain

 

Others fly

Wings beacon of light

Soaring high

In the sky

Illuminating the night

Round the clock daytime

 

Merry hearts

Their high-pitched songs float

Above gloom

They shun doom

Silken sound ushered from throat

Life stills as it starts

 

I stand poised

Neither here nor there

In between

Light’s slices

There is more to it then seen

Balance to lead dance

 

Who should win

In love all is fair

I ponder

Freelancer

Recklessly casting dices

Leaving it to chance

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy lammar.com

Hans Zimmer & Lisa Gerrard – Now we are Free

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