Poetry

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Monday 6 September 2021

Falling rocks

 People of the tower

People of the tower

Stand up, stand up in power

Hold on in your darkest hour

People of, people of the tower


And though your walls are built strong and tall

The time has come for the tower to fall

People of the tower

People of the tower


Danger, danger of the falling rocks

Danger when the lightening strikes itself

Danger from electric shocks

Danger when the earth is bound

And when the sky falls to the ground

Danger, danger of falling rocks


Mind your head, and mind the gaps

Fill in the spaces on your maps

Build those towers tall and strong

But beware of places that feel wrong

Read your books and take life's knocks

But most of all beware

Of falling rocks


You can look up into a sky of space junk

You can look down to where your visions have sunk

Inside the sea of chains and locks

But beware of falling rocks


And the walls came tumbling down

When the big black bomb was dropped on the town

And we watched the big black bomb explode, 

it was a heap of gold, it was a motherlode

And we were showered in pennies and jewels

But life is strange and can be cruel

For when you hear at dawn the crow of cocks

Then you must beware of falling rocks