Clockwork Jazz
You know it's in right time.
Perfect rhythm, and a mechanical rhyme.
An attempt to make freedom glide.
The electric beats and the notes that slide.
Along with the clocks, no one is out of key.
Precision rhythm that's what it is to me.
The loose swing tones, the tempo of a procession.
It seems that some Clockwork Jazz is in due session.
The bebop moves, the people groove.
No one is left out
Fingers snapping, toes tapping
And poetry read to the tones, without a doubt.
Individuals in a unity, no pain…
Just community.
We have reached a balance I suppose.
Though how we got there, know one knows.
Or cares much to my dismay.
The worries of the people, by the music are washed away.
The order of Red, the freedom of Gold.
Now do you think that one is wrong, like your told?
-ShiniGami