Destiny Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Early, our day starts, of the dawn rising, have a notion, preparation we do for work, into at job, clocking, work set hours, for a did ration, being at a station; tries at efforts: aid our nations services.

People to band, join in then groups, being as low slaves, under brat's rule, peers by a cat's eye, owner, see a rat's tail, not like us, trim figure, we're in the sun's heat, striking our bones, working; to dry folks: bat's skin.

Dawn passing, endured, by us, spent filling time, hours, a may at job, to sway the facts actions measured, given task workday, we do, hot sun, many moments, bang, hits all of us, rise higher; fresh new dawn is bright: it is today.

These souls guided, to build a structure, make an enormous effort, in took stride, that is side danger, given tasks for more cash, tried labors to cope a ride, pushes to slide; it's just a little bit: moving item.

This dusty trip, pitted in sand band, it upon the land, its temperament gives gasps, grip large load, by their put hand curls, shoving granite, in dust, pity I destinies; the beings: there.

All these hearts, facing labor-sold arts, event had hard occurrence, twirl folks, as tiny darts, sightless a owner's law confront, replaceable all, held total valued; as used parts: said final tallies.

We all work, recall a fit this mount placement, directs high a not ball, team actions by, it's a boulder, lift a gigantic rock up; balance fully: to equal a flat wall.

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