Handcuffed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There's not a single day,
One gets up to face the dawn...
Without some challenges.
And from noon with frowns to adorn,
Some will be heard to cuss...
Those challenges,
They meet to greet more than enough.
And...
Every single day,
People are heard to say they pray.
And...
Every single day,
More voices are heard to fuss...
Until the moon has them handcuffed,
As if they had disobeyed...
Those rules that restricts them to have happiness,
In their lives.
And every single day more obey,
Rules that restricts them to have happiness...
In their lives.

More voices are heard to fuss and cuss,
Until the moon has them all handcuffed...
As if they had disobeyed,
Those rules that restricts them to have happiness...
In their lives.
Cussing but to follow...
Those rules that restricts them to have happiness...
In their lives.
To be handcuffed...
To rules that restricts them to have happiness,
In their lives.

There's not a single day,
One gets up to face the dawn...
Without some challenges.
And from noon with frowns to adorn,
Some will be heard to cuss...
Those challenges that wont stop to go on,
They meet to greet more than enough.
And...
Every single day,
More people give up to be handcuffed...
To rules that restricts them to have happiness...
In their lives.
Handcuffed...
But not to give up,
Those rules that restricts them to have happiness...
In their lives.
To be handcuffed...
But not to give up yet they cuss,
Rules that restricts happiness...
In their lives.