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Clock on the Wall
Clock on the Wall
There’s a clock on the wall
And it’s counting backward
In time to realize the fall
Of my criminal buzzard
The sunrise at midnight
Is just a dream or nightmare
In the opposite of light
Nothing is truly clear
Time and time, just once
In a life, to see the sign
To see my utter defiance
Because none of its benign
Open the door, don’t brag
While in the thick fog
I will raise the white flag
Because there’s no epilogue
Shepherds feed their sheep
Farmers reap what they sow
While the grasshoppers weep
And ants planned long ago
There’s a clock on the wall
And its counting will cease
In time for the harvest of all
To eternal death, or peace
© David A. Douglas
There’s a clock on the wall
And it’s counting backward
In time to realize the fall
Of my criminal buzzard
The sunrise at midnight
Is just a dream or nightmare
In the opposite of light
Nothing is truly clear
Time and time, just once
In a life, to see the sign
To see my utter defiance
Because none of its benign
Open the door, don’t brag
While in the thick fog
I will raise the white flag
Because there’s no epilogue
Shepherds feed their sheep
Farmers reap what they sow
While the grasshoppers weep
And ants planned long ago
There’s a clock on the wall
And its counting will cease
In time for the harvest of all
To eternal death, or peace
© David A. Douglas
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