the clock tower
calls for help
nobody knows why
shadows lurk around
attempt to control time
turn the hands of the clock
unheard, unseen….
The clock tower
yells…
don’t turn time around
there are lessons to be learnt
from what passed by
no one listens
wheels keep rolling
steered by Power
history gets reinvented each time
someone tells a story
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And history, like time, is on repeat…
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When someone lost a battle in the past, there was another side that won. And they would like to keep the wheel rolling in the same place.
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Yeah, regardless of the devastation.
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Fabulous, especially your last 2 lines!
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Thanks a million!
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You’re welcome, Reena!
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Fab take, Reena!
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Thank you so much, Chris!
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Great post,, so true
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Thank you so much!
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It does, it makes me think of Doctor Who, with the shadow near Big Ben.
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Thanks 😀
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🙂
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Love your take, Reena!
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Thank you, Punam!
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Wow! An intriguing idea of time calling for help. Thanks Reena for joining in with this interesting poem.
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Thanks, Sadje! Those shadows look intimidating 😂
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Yes, they do. Thanks for participating and supporting
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