There’s a ticking sound some where
With an old man in his chair
The air is rank with musk
While everything turns silent
With the coming of the dusk.

A stack of papers stares him down
A smoldering cigarette in his frown
With frosted eyes
And chocked back cries,
The bank just throws him subtle lies.

To clear his past
Would solve this fast
He’d be off in a better place
If he just laid low
And hid his face

Or listened to old mans words…

““A group of kids behind the State
Didn’t know how to change their fate
A real big plan
To show the man,
That he couldn’t rule them where they stand.

Some had their smarts
But played their parts
In this silly little game
With nothing to loose
But lots to gain.

A Chemist a scholar
Oh what an honor
To build them this bomb
“I’ll do it”
It wouldn’t take long

He put it in right
Without a fuss or a fight
But the crazy old man
Wouldn’t let go of his hand
‘Trust me you’ll see
If you just follow me!”


The kid strode away
With nothing to say
The man stood in tears
And just disappeared

A tornado of sound
And smoke was abound

The kid the cops took
While his “friends” only looked
Too bad for him
That this wasn’t a win.””

Sixty years after
They said see you later
His mother left behind
All that she owned;
A car and a yard and a little old home.

Without a job of his own
The bank took his home
But by refusing to leave
He made a big scene…

There’s a ticking sound some where
With an old man in his chair
The air is rank with musk
While everything turns silent
With the coming of the dusk.

“If I could only turn back time…”
There was a shrill beeping in the air
“I wouldn’t be so blind”
As his house flew every where…