Tade Akin Aina

A cock crows outside my window

Yes, a cock crows
Outside my window,
Seventy-seven floors up
All glass and concrete
By the East River
I hear a cock crow,
Not once, not twice but thrice
As my daily wage slave self I deny
In affirmation of a free humanity.
I hear a cock crow
At dawn in my head,
In my heart, my being
As every sunrise morning mists
Another day’s drought dare in souls
With cockcrow song ringing, beckoning
Timid tired selves arise on new day’s
Trails, trials, travails triumphs many.
Adventures and routine boredom clacking,
Screeching wheels, wailing brakes, train
Station crush, subway rush, children’s schools
Hassles, sorry daily chores, workplace sore rash
Anxieties sprayed by hollowed-out bosses’
Sour stench of work filled lifeless neuroses.
Yes, a cock crows
Outside my window
Atop the dawn’s traffic riot,
Drill and din, dross and dirt,
Morning construction cacophony, confusion
Orchestrated in bad-tempered symphonies.
I hear a cock crow
On my window sill
Sunrise greeting cheerily
Welcoming new morn’s glassy mirage
As we charge the red daze of our day’s desert.

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