The tragedy of the cock

Back in the dusky dark days in the hut Days of white and black on human screen Our voice travailed like it's night rut As it echoed from miles away to within Sighting signals to farmers' harvest Souls of wholely resources like the palm tree For our cock-a-doodle-doo was the best As snoring giant danced to the tune of such lyrics Things never fell apart There was no diversity in our unity No educated fowl, nor uneducated cock in the desert Living was fluid and gleeful in totality Human seemed to be loving in the planet For we woke them to go for there morning duty. . But this trending tale has changed We are left in a fate of uncertained pain. . Our voice still echo from east to west We still tap human when eyes are lifeless But our existence means nothing on earth Rolex and host of others has shot our existence We are shut down when we sing in the dawn For beside their mouka is the pendulum So, they stop or change till appearance of the sun I (agric) work, but never eat the fruit of my labour I (layer) have rut, deliver, but in my fruits lie there profit Uncracked soul murdered alive for feeding And when December sets in I (broiler) cry, cry, and cry like a momma loosing her only offspring My soul shall lie lifelessly in their pot of soup As the kids show fist in the feast of my root No offspring to pour me ashes, I shall join the hood No wonder they've been investing like school. . This trending tale has changed I'm left in a fate of uncertained pain. . OYEDOKUN IBUKUN PENAWD