Freedom Tower Part 1. Poem by Peter Vealey

One lonely, lonely day.
I heard the gods speak
of this, the very last citadel
As the riverbank of hell.
Freedom Tower in the sunlight,
I wait for you in the night.
The raindrops close in
On shiny, blind days,
Behind misty rain.
With the King`s disdain.
Freedom Tower shining bright
You wait timelessly for me.
Gardeners say you`ve been lent
Out like a bad acorn,
Left to die forlorn.
Beggars miserable scorn.
By Freedom Tower
The taste grows sour.
I kick a damp stone,
It starts to moan,
We`re crying to pavestones,
Who sells free scones.
All at Freedom Tower
Faded peak of power.
If we wait for you,
Will you offer sympathy?
The soil of mourners
Try hopelessly to warn us.
By Freedom Tower
With every passing hour
Will we be here?
All at Freedom Tower,
My sweet dwindling flower.
Forever and time
And a half.
While I stalk a murky path.
It`s here and there,
In floating clouds it stares.
All at Freedom Tower,
The taste grows sour.
The sea glinted in my wet eyes.
The watery moonshine,
Searched and could not find.
Freedom Tower shining on,
Like an effervescent Bible hymn.
The stars seemed nice,
I wonder what price
I`ll pay one day for all this.
All at Freedom Tower,
Sweet, strong and dour.
I`ve got a bicycle,
Which I ride daily.
I am so very poor,
Yet so very rich.
All at Freedom Tower,
My sweet dwindling flower.