THE BITTER CLICK SONG

 

Click song

Midnight lullaby

Clap songs

Sunrise boogie nights

Placid hunger tides

Flaccid men’s working tools

Master and slave rhymes

Tables of hunger pangs

Freedom songs

Adolescent ridden young men

Fashionista misdirected women

Afternoon rally

Political allies

Freelance thoughts

Dusty township streets

Swollen hungry children’s lips

Bare breasted milk-less sagging women breasts

Old men chopping lifeless wood pinch their lips

 

 

Click songs

Waterless wells filled with blood

Bitter hounds hunting for victory solace

The victory is near

Sound the instruments that have forgotten their music notes

Guns of Navarone that now reek of empty

Government officials that seek the hard tax

The taxidermy of human species

Nails that bite more than the wooden cross

Diadems of thorns

Cupid now shot down by his own arrow

Pride is prejudice

The cherub of ill affliction

Pains that dig deeper than the chasm of our fate

Hope and the river of sour regrets

Progeny of misaligned pasts

The click song runs again

Unparalleled mindless traits

Raining hard on the lids of our eyes

Skeletons in closets whine in agony

The chassis of the human form

Human to metal metamorphosis

Freedom song now gang raped

Mitosis of a new system no longer bred

Political innocence whipped in daylight

The stanzas are no longer sung quite right

Sunflowers shadowed by crude night

The tables have been turned

Sing alone

Sing along

Sing a long song

Sing a click song…