Destiny Poem by (TPAC) Alexander Coppedge

Early dawn rises, start our day, have a notion to clock into a job, do hours; be at a station, get this ration: make an effort to aid our nation's services.


People band in groups, under a ruler; peer by a cat's eye, see a rat's tail, owner: we're in the sun's heat, striking bones, not like us bat's skin, dry folks trim figures.


Morning breaks spend full hours at work a say time measure; given a task put moments, do the day, bang, as the sun hits us, rises higher: fresh dawn is bright, it is today.


These souls guided, took stride, that is, side danger; built a structure, efforts for cash, set tasks to cope, tried labor an aim: pushes to slide, it's just a little bit, moving an item.


A dusty trip, pitted in the sand, on land, its temperament; got gasps, grip load, by their put hand curls: shoving granite in dust, pity those destinies, the beings there.


All hearts, facing labor, hard event occurrences; twirling folks, as darts, holding value as used parts: confronting the law of owner, said tallies, all replaceable.


All at work, recall a mount placement, direct not a ball; actions by a team, it's a boulder: lift a gigantic rock up, full balance, to equal a flat wall.


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