Last bell toll


As the late day siren go
in factories around the glob
giant machines turn slow
n’ halts, at end of days show


below these monster silhouette
worked up men stumble out
like mumbling mass of shadow
a flowing line of sorrow


stained palms, n’ in silent prayers
tired legs n’ in thick grease layers
their ghostly strides are calm
home that lights their spirit warm


As the late day siren go
and life sinks in the evening glow
wonder what change the siren’s howl
brought to anyone anyhow


death is a late day siren gone
tells, it time to journey home
a place we always travel alone
no matter wherever we roam


like time we spend at work
nourishes our life back home
a life lived in true worth
fills our soul with Gods form

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